The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1921-04-22

qnsr IAN ms axe vas Il II Tor
to- Iamber Mountain La NJ ol.nl
wien .tbey used the gulch meah lor
their shipping point They hau one
OF their saw-lslls up in the g'lcn
somewhere, bat the business uieu ous
when they got the timber al cut OF.
"rel me this Mart" l put IN quiek-
~. ."The Timber Mountain company
Is one Of the Red Tower monopoiles'
Did it have railroad track UP t'at
guch connecting with our H|
"Why, yes; / reckon so. I'm nor
right sure that there amt one there
yet But If there is, it's been as
conpected from the " I'm sure OF
that because went'i in on that
zone day with the wrecker-" /
You'd think this would have settled
It, But hung on like a dog to al
/. root.
Say, Mart" I insisted, This ~
siding we're talking about is JUST
around where the Ten-Sixteen ought
to have met the Mail; SO far as we
can tell by this map it's the only place
where it could have met it. And the
Old gulch track would have been
mighty good hlding-place for the stolen
ougina" ~
There amt any track there" said
Klrgan, shaking his head; "cr, least
wise, IL there is; it hasn't any rail con-
Iection with our siding, just as I'm
telIin you. Wen have TO look far
tier along"
Somehow, I couldn't get it out OF
NY head but that was right. Our
guessos all went as stra Int as a
string to chat ~ siding ten miles west
Of Banta, and I was sure that If had
been talking to Mr.. Van Britt l could
have Convinced him. But Kirgan was
swfully hard-headed.
IT'S supper time" he said, after
we had mulled a while longer over
the map Tomorrow, if you like,
wen take an engine and run down
there. But we amt goin to find any
thing. I can tell you that, right now"
Eyes, and tomorrow we may have
the new general manager, and then
you and l and:all the others will be
hunting for some other railroad to
work on, I retorted.
I pretty nearly had him over the
edge, but l couldn't push him the
rest Of the way to save my life.
IF there was the least little scrap-a
,,,,e.o,, ,,-o,, ~, i,,,oriY7a 4bot Mr. Nor
cross had gone OIL on that stolen
eight-wheeler it would be different,
Jimmie" he protested. "But there
aiht; and you know doggoned well
there amt. Let's so uptown and
hunt up something to eat. You'll feel
a heap clearer III your mind when you
get a good square meal ms de O your
clothes"
We left the shop Offices together,
and GOT shut cut crossing the yard,
by a freight that was pulling in from
the west. There was a yard crew
shifting on the other side of the in
coming train, and rather than wait
for the double obstruction 10 clear itself,
we walked down the shop track, mean
inc to 90 around the lower end OF
things
This dctour took Us past the round
house, and when we reached the turn
table lead, the engine Of the just
arrived freight came backing down
the slip-tracll. Seeing Kirgan, the
engineer swung down from the step
ut the lead switch, leaving the hostler
to 'spot" the engine on the table.
knew the engineer by sight. His name
was Gorcher, and he was a reformed
cOW-punch with a record for getting
out of more tight places with a heavy
train than any other man on the diyi-
sion.
Here's loqi:ins' at you, Nj. Eir-
gan" lie said,,aUith a sort OF Happy
Hooligan grin on his slnutty face.
You been passin' the yAord, quiet,
among the boys to keep an eye out
f'r that Atlantic-tgpe that got lost in
the shuttle, amt you? We'll, l found
her"
whats that-where?" snapped Eir-
gan, in a tone that made a noise like
the pop of Il whip-lash
you know that Old gravel pit that
digs into the bill a mile west of the
old ~ On the Timber Mountain grade?
Wen, she's there; plumb at the far
end O chat GRAVEL track, cold and
dead"
Crippled" KirgGn raped out.