The L'Anse sentinel., 1921-07-29
The
Weckers
By
FRANCIS
LYNDE
Copyright BY Chas. scribncrs Sons
CHAPTER xix-Continued.

Before could open my mouth the
black shadows of the crooked valley
beyond the switch were shot through
with the white, shimmering glow of
a headlight beam, and a second later
the special flicked into view on the
curve Of approach.
AS we looked, there was short,
sharp whistle yelp, the brakes gripped
the wheels. the one-car train, with fire
grinding from every brake-shoe, came
to a jerking stop short car-length OH
our side of the switch, and a man
dropped from the engine step to go
sprinting to the rear. And 1t was
plain that neither the engineer nor
the man who was running back saw
our outfit waiting on the leg of the old
"Y."
Kirgan was the first one to under
stand. With shout of warning, he
jumped and ran toward the stopped
train, yelling at the engineer for Gods
sake to pull out and go on. Back in
the hills beyond the curve of approach
another hoarse murmur was jarring
upon the air, and the specials fire.
man, who was the man we had seen
jump Off and go running back, and
who, of course, didn't know that we
had our man there, was apparently
trying to reach the switch behind his
train to throw 1t against the following
engine to shoot 1t off on the "Y."
Dr. gt,a hAc of Of
engine and racing across the angle of
the "Y" only little way behind Kir-
gan. He realized that his plan was
smashed by the stopping of the spe-
cial, and that the very catastrophe we
had come out to try to prevent was
due to happen right there and then.
Whatever our man waiting at the
switch might do, there was bound to
be a collision. If he left the points
set for the main line, the wild engine
would crash into the rear end of the
stopped special; and If he did the 9TH
er thing, our engine and coach stand
ing on the "Y" would get 1t.
'Get the people out Of that car"
heard the boss below, but even as he
said 1t the pop-valve of the stopped
engine went off with a roar, filling the
shut-in valley with clamorings that
nothing could drown.
Two minutes, two little minutes
more, and the sleep-sodden bunch OF
men In the specials car might have
been reused and turned out and saved.
But the minutes were not given us.
While the racing fireman was still a
few feet short of the switch the throw
ing of which would have saved the
one-car train only to let the madman's
engine In on our engine and coach, and
our man-already at the switch-was
too scared to know which horn of the
dilemma to choose, the end came.
There was the flash of another head
light on the curve, another whistle
shrek. and turned to help the major
take Mrs. Sheila Off our car and run
with her, against the horrible chance
that we might get 1t instead of the
special.
But we didn't get 1t. Ten seconds
later the chasing engine had crashed
headlong into the standing train, bury
ing itself clear up to the tender In the
heart of the old wooden sleeper, roll
ing the whole business over on Its side
in the ditch, and setting the wreck
age afire as suddenly as If the old
Pullman had been fagot of pitch-pine
kindlings and only waiting for the
match.
, II / could write down any real de-
scription of the way things stacked up
there in that lonesome valley for the
little bunch of us who stood aghast at
the awful horror, l guess l wouldn't
need to be hammering the keys OF a
typewriter In a railroad office. But
never mind; no soldier sees any more
Of q battle than the part he Is In.
There were seven of us men, includ-
ing the engineer and fireman Of the
special, who were able to jump In and
try to do something, and, looking back
at It now, 1t seems as II we all did
what we could.
That wasn't much. About half OF
the people in the sleeplng-car--six by
actual count, as we learned after
ward--were killed outright In the
crash or SO badly hurt that they died
pretty soon afterward; and the fire
was so quick and so hot that after
we had got the wounded ones out we
couldn't get all Of the bodies of the
others.
As you'd imagine, the boss was the
head and front of that fierce rescue
nght. He had stripped or his coat,
and he kept on diving into the burn
sng wreck after another and yet an
other Of the victims until 1t seemed as
II he couldn't possibly do 1t one more
time and come out alive. He didn't
seem to remember that these very men
we're the ones who had been trying to
ruin him--that at least once they had
set q trap for him and tried to kill
him. He was too big for that.
After we had got out all the victims
we could reach, there was still one
more left who wasn't dead; we could
Asar hin above the hissins Of the