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m JM OWfi^kt kr QmHm MkMrt Sont w: V.: $?v^* FRANCIS LYNDE '*•> • ;v ">d';i ^ "J4' * T ' • & * ' * w," < THE BOSS IS BACK ON THE JOB. Synopsis- Graham Norcrosa, railroad manager, and his secretary, Jimmy Dodds. are marooned at Sand Creek elding with a young lady, Sheila Macrae, and her small cousin, Malsle Ann. Unseen, they witness a peculiar train holdup. In which a special car Is carricd off. Norcross recognises the car a# that of John Ohadwtck, financial magnate, whom he was to meet at Portal City. He and Dodds rescue Chad wick. Th« latter offers Norcrosa the management of the Pioneer Short Line, which is In the hands of eastern speculators, headed by Breokenritlxe Dunton, president of the line. Norcrosa, learning that Sheila s Macrae is stopping at Portal City, accepts. Dodds overhears conversation between Rufus Hatch and Gustave Henckel, Portal City financiers, in which they admit complicity In Chadwick's kidnaping, their object being to keep Chadwlck from attending a meeting of directors to reorganise the Pioneer Short Line, which 4ould jeopardise their Interests. To curb the monopoly controlled by Haljh and Henckel, the Red Tower corporation, Norcrosa forms the Citisens' Storage and Warehouse company. He begins to manifest a deep intarest in Sheila Macrae. Dodds learns that Sheila is married, but living apart from her husband. Norcross does not know this. The Boss disappears: report has tt that he has resigned and gons aast. CHAPTER VII,--Continued. ?l told her about the wreck, and eald I was afraid he hadn't got back yet. I heard something that sounded like a muffled and half-impatient, "Oh, dear!" and then she went on. "I have Just had a phone message from Mr. Cantrell, the editor of the Mountaineer. He called the house to try to find Major Kendrick. He has heard something which may explain about Mr. Norcross. He said he didn't want to put it on the wire." That was enough for me. "I'll go tight over to the Mountaineer office," I told her; and In just about two shakes of a dead lamb's tall, I was standing at Mr. Cantrell's elbow In his little den on the third floor of the newspaper building across the avenue. "Mrs. Macrae telephoned you?" he asked, pushing his bunch of copy paper aside. "Yes; just a minute ago." Til give you what I have, and you • may do what you please with it One of our young men--Branderby--has discovered--in some way that he didn't care to explain over the phone--that there was a plot of some kind concocted In the back room of a dive on lower Nevada avenue on the night Mr. Norcross disappeared. From what Branderby says, I take it that the plot was overheard In part, at least, by some habitue of the place who was too drunk to get it entirely straight and intelligible. The plotters were four of Clanahan's men, and, as Branderby got it, they were planning to steal a locomotive. Do you know anything about that?" "I do. The engine was stolen all tight, that very night. Kirgan, ©or master-mechanic, has known It was gone, but he has been keeping quiet in hopes he'd t>e able to find the engine without making any public stir about it." "The story, as it has been handed on to Branderby, is pretty badly muddled," the editor went on. "There was something in It about an attempt to wreck and rob the Fast Mail, and something else about sending a note to somebody at the Bullard--a note that 'would do the business,' was the way it was put." "That note was sent to Mr. Norcross!" I broke In excitedly, taking a running jump at the guess. "If you will wait until Branderby comes In, he may be able to give you more of the particulars," Cantrell was beginning to say; but good gosh!-- I couldn't wait. I was scared stiff for fear I shouldn't be able to get back to the round-house before Kirgan . started out on that engine-rescuing trip. "That's enough." I gasped; Tm gone !* and I tumbled down the two flights of stairs and sprinted for the railroad yard, reaching the roundbouse not one half-second too soon. Kirgan was there, with Gorcher and two firemen. They had a light engine eat on the tank track and were filling her with water. > "They took Mr. Norcross with them on the Ten-Sixteen!" was all I could say and then I guess my late electric > knock-out got in its work to pay for the quick sprint down from the newspaper office, for I keeled over Into Kirgan's arms and sort of half fainted, tt seemed. Because, when I came to, right good again, Kirgan had me up on the fireman's box, with an arm around me to hold me there: Billy Gorcher was OR the other side of the cab, niggling at the throttle; and the light engine was clicking it off about fifty miles an hour on the straight piece of track Portal City and Arroyo. had been taken ont and the switch itself was as rusty as if It hadn't been used In years. "What yon heard from Mr. Cantrell may have been all true enough," Kirgan said, while I stood swallowing hard and staring down at the broken rail connection, "only It didn't have anything to do with the big boss. Them thugs was probably plannln' to wreck the Mail, all right, and they came down here to do it. The Lord only knows why they didn't do It; p'raps there wasn't time enough, after they'd got the 'Sixteen in on the gravel track." I only just abont half heard what he was saying. He had the lantern, and Its light fell squarely upon a cross-tie a foot or two beyond where we were standing. It was the last tie in the empty string from which the two rails had been taken up to break the connection with the lighter saw-mill track steel, and what I was looking at was a fresh spike hole; fresh beyond all question of doubt because there was a clean new splinter of the wood sticking up beside it--a splinter that had been broken out when the spike was pulled. I took the lantern from Kirgan ih my one good hand, and he stood there waiting for me while I walked on out to the ehopped-off end of the sawmill track, examining the loose ties as I went along. There were fresh spike holes in some of the others; Y Vi-v" 4'. CHAPTEB VIII A Close Call At the "Y" siding we stopped--without going on to the gravel track where Qorcher had seen the lost 1016--and Kirgan and I got 9ft with a lantern. This was because, on the way down, I had managed to tell the big mastermechanic about the Cantrell talk, though I hadn't succeeded In making Ijlm believe that it accounted for Mr. Norcross' drop-out. Just the same he hamored me by having Billy Gorcher Stop, and now he was trying to make me take It sort of slow and easy as we stumbled out toward the stem of the "Y." That was Kirgan's way. He was as hard as nails with a gang of men, but he could be as soft-hearted ar any woman when a fellow was all In. And he knew I wasn't half "At myself yet, physically. "Dont get too much hope up, Jlmmle," he was saying, as we humped along around the crooking track of the "Y." "We ain't goln' to find anything out yonder but a rusty loggln' track and that broken rail connection. You see, I've been here be- . fore, and I know." v He was as right as could be. When #e reached the end of the "Y" there v was the -broken connection, just as he'd said. The old saw-mill track was ?*till there, leading off in the dark up "There .yvaa • Plot of Some Kind." just one here and there. But that was enough. After I had knelt to hold the lantern close to the rails of the rusty timber track I knew my hunch was all right. "Come here, Mart!" I called, and when he came, I showed him the new holes and new wheel-marks on the old rusty rails of the timber track that proved as clear as daylight that an engine or a train had been over them away this side of the rains and the snows that had rusted them. Kirgan didn't say a word--not to me. He just took one look at the rubbed rails and then yelled back to Gorcher to run out on the "Y." What followed went like clockwork. There were tools, a spike-puller and a driving- maul. on the light engine's tender, and while the two firemen were throwing them off, Kirgan made a couple of swift measurements with his pocket tape. • "These two, right here, boys" be ordered, indicating a pair of rails in the other leg of the "Y," and In less than no time the two rails were up and relald to bridge the gap of the broken connection. I suppose we poked along into the black heart of the Timber range for as much as flv% or six miles,before tlie engine headlight showed us the remains of the old saw-mill camp lying in a little pocket-ilke valley from the sides of which all the mill timber had been cut. The camp had been long deserted. There were perhaps a dozen shacks of all sizes and shapes, and with a single exception they were all dilapidated and dismantled, some with the roofs falling in. The one exception was the stout log building which had probably served as the mill-gang commissary and store. The ties at this end of the line were so rotten with age that our engine was grinding a good half of them to powder as she edged up, and a little below the switch that- had formerly led In to the mill, Kirgan gave Gorcher the stop signal. After we had piled off, there wasn't any question raised as to what we should do. Kirgan had taken a hammer from Gorcher's tool-box, and he was the one who led the way straight across the little creek and up the hill to the commissary. When we reached the building we but the two switch rails found the windows all hoardwi njpp..jj the door fastened with a strong hasp and a bright new brass padlock--the only new thing in sight. Kirgan swung his hammer just once and the Jock went spinning off down the slope and fell with a splash Into the creek. Then he pushed the door open with his foot, and shoved In; and for just one halfsecond I was afraid to follow--afraid of what we might find in that gloomylooking log warehouse, with its blinded windows and locked door. While I was nerving myself and stumbling over the threshold behind Kirgan with the lantern, I heard the boss' voice, and It wasn't the voice of any dead man, not by a lofng shot! From what he said, and the way he was trimming it up with hot ones, it was evident that be took us for some other crowd that- he'd been cussing out before. The light of the lanterti showed us a long room, bare of furnishings, and dark and musty from having been shut up so tight. In the far end there were a couple of bunks built against the log wall. On what had once been the counter of the commissary there was a lot of canned stuff and a box of crackers that had been broken open, and on a bench by the door there was a bucket of water and a tin cup. The boss was sitting up in oae of the bunks, and he was still tearing off language In strips at us when we closed on him. He recognized Kirgan first, and then Gorcher. I guess he couldn't see me very well because I was holding the lantern. When he found out who we were, he stopped swearing and got up ent of the bunk to put his hand op Mart Kirgan's shoulder. That was the only break be made to show that he was a man, like the rest of us. The next minute he was the big boss again, rapping out his orders -as if he had just pushed his desk button to call us In. "You've got an engine here, I suppose?" he snapped, at Kirgan. "Then we'll get out of this quick. What day of the week Is It?" I told him it was Friday, and by his asking that, I knew he most have been so roughly handled that he had lost count of time. The next order was shot at the two firemen. "You boys klcll that packing-box to pieces and then pull the straw out of that bunk and touch a match to it. We'll make sure that they'll never lock anybody else up in this d--d dogbole." The two young hnskies obeyed the order promptly. In half a minute the dry slab stuff that the hunks were built of was ablaze and the boss herded us to the door, and a minute or so later we were all climbing Into the cab of the waiting engine. We had to run so stowly down the old track to the "Y" that there was plenty of chance for the boss to talk, if he had wanted to. But apparently he didn't want to. He sat on the lireman's seat, with an arm back of me to hold me on, just as Kirgan had sat on the way up, and never opened his head except once to ask me what was the matter with m> wrapped-up hand. When I told him, he made no^ comment, and didn't speak again until we had stopped on the leg of the "Y" to let Kirgan and his three helpers put the borrowed rails back Into place, "You say It's Friday," he began (abruptly. "What's been going on since Monday night. 'Jlmmle?" >«•>... I boiled it down for him into Just as few words as possible; about the letter he had left for Mr. Van Brltt, how everybody thought he had resigned, how Mrs. Sheila and the major were two of the few who weren't wilting to believe it, how Mr. Chadwlck had been out of reach, how the railroad outfit was flopping around like a chicken with Its head chopped off, how President Dunton had appointed a new general manager wivo was expected now on any train, how Gorcher had discovered the lost 1010 on the old disused gravel-pit track a mile below us, and, to wind up with, I slipped him Mr. Chadwick's telegram which had come just as I was finishing my supper In the Bullard grill-room, and those two others that had come on the knock-out night, and which had been In my pocket ever since. He heard me through without saying a word, and when I gave him the telegrams he read them by the light of the gauge lamp--also without saying anything. But when the men had the "Y" rails replaced he took hold of things again with a jerk. "Kirgan, you'll want to sfe to getting that dead engine out of the gravel pit yourself. Take one of the firemen and go to It. It's a short mile and you can walk In. Jlmmle and I want to get back to Portal City in a hurry, and Gorcher will take us." And then to Gorcher: "We'll run to Banta ahead of Number Eighteen and get orders there. Move lively, Billy; time's precious." We* made Banta at a record clip. While he was in the Banta wire office, getting orders for Portal City, Mr. Norcross took the time-card out of its cage in the cab and fell to studying It by the light of the gauge lamp. Gorcher came back pretty soon with his clearance, which gave him the right to run to Arroyo as first section of Number Eighteen. The boss blew up like a Roman candle when he saw that train order. It meant that we were to take the siding at Arroyo with the freight that was just behind us, and wait there for the westbound "Flyer," the "Flyer' being due in Portal City from the east at 9:15, and due to leave there, com tug west, at 9.20. I didn't realize -at the moment why the boss was so sizzling anxious to cut .out the delay which would be imposed on us by thfe wait at Arroyo, but the anxiety was there, all right. "Billy, It's eighteen miles to Portal, and you've got twenty minutes to make It against the 'Flyer's' leaving time," he ripped out. "Can you do It?" Gorcher said he could, If he didn't have to lose any more time getting his order changed. 4 "Let her go!" snapped the boss. "I'm taking all the i*esponsibllity." That was enough for Gorcher, and the way we hustled out of the Banta yard was a cautioh. In exactly eight minutes out of Banta we tore over the switches at Arroyo.. That left us ten miles to go, and twelve minutes In whtth to make them. It was easy. A yardman let us In on the spur at the end of the headquarters building, and the boss was off In half a jiffy. "Come along with me, Jlmmle," he commanded quickly, and I couldn't imagine why he was in such a tearing hurry. Pushing through the platform crowd, made up of people who were getting off the "Flyer" and those who were waiting to get on, he led the way, straight upstairs to our offices. Of course, there was nobody there at that time of night, and the place was all dark until we switched the electrics on. There was a little lavatory off the third room of the suite, and Mr. Norcross went in and washed his face and hands. In a minute or two he came out, put on his office coat, opened Op his desk, lighted a cigar and sat down at the desk as though he had just come In from a late dinner at the club. And still he had me guessing. The guess didn't have to wait long. While I was making a bluff at uncovering my typewriter and getting ready for business there was a heavy step in the hall, and a red-faced, portly gentleman with fat eyes and Uttleclose- cropped English side-whiskers came bulging In. He had a light topcoat on his arm, and his tan gloves were an exact match for his spats. Good evening," he said, nodding sort of brusquely at the boss. "I'm looking for the general manager's office." "You've found it," iiald the boas, crisply. The tan-gloved gentleman looked first at me and then at Mr. Norcross. You are the chief clerk, perhaps?" he suggested, pitching the query in the general direction of the big desk. "Hardly," was the curt rejoinder. My name Is Norcross. What can I do for you?" If I didn't hate slang so bad, I should say that the portly man looked as If he were going to throw a fit. "Not--not Graham Norcross?" he stammered. "Well, yes; I am •Graham'--to my friends. Anything else?" The portly gentleman subsided into a chair. "There is some misunderstanding about this," he said, bis voice thicken-' ing a little--with anger, I thought. "My name Is Dlsmuke, 'and I am the general manager of this railroad. "I wouldn't dispute the name, but your title Is away off," said Mr. Norcross, as cool as. a handful of dry snow. "Who appointed. you. If I may ask? "President Dunton and the board of directors, of course." "The same authority appointed me, something like three months ago," was the calm reply. "So far as I know, I am still at the head of the company's staff In Portal City. The gentleman who had named himself Dlsmuke puffed out his cheeks and looked as if he were abont to explode. "This is a devil of a mess !" he rapped out. "I understood--we all understood In New York--that you had resigned!" "Well, I haven't," retorted the boss shortly. And then he stuck the knife In good and deep and twisted it around "There is a commercial telegraph wire in tne Hotel Bullard, where I suppose It Wasn't the Voles of Any Dead Man. you will put up, Mr. Dlsmuke, and I'm snre yon will find It entirely at, your service. If you have anything further to say to me I hope it will keep until qfter this office opens in the morning. I am very busy, just now." 1 mighty nearly gasped. This Dlsmuke was the new general manager, appointed, doubtless In all good faith, by the president and sent out to take charge of tilings. And here was the boss practically ordering him out of the office--telling him that his room wps better than his company I The portly man got out of his dialr, puffing like a steam-engine. "4-r -5 . ened. "You've been here three months and you haven't done anything but muddle things until the stock of the company isn't worth much more than the paper It's printed on! If I can get a clear wire to New York, you'll have word from President Dunton tomorrow morning telling you where you get off!" , To. this Mr. NorcrosB made no reply whatever, and the heavy-footed gentleman stumped out, saying things to himself that wouldn't look very well In print. When the hall door below gave a big slam to let us know that he was stiil going, the boss looked across at me with a sour grin wrinkling around bis eyes. 'Now you know why I made Qorcher break all the rules of the service getting here, Jimmie," he said. "Possession is nine points of the law, and in this case It was rather Important that Mr. Dlsmuke shouldn't find the outfit without a head and these offices of ours unoccupied." He rose, stretched his arms over his head like a tired boy, and reached for the golf cap he kept to wear when he went out to knock around In the shops and yard. Let's go up to the hotel and see If we can break into the cafe, Jlmmle," he finished up. "Later on, we'll wire Mr. Chadwlck; but that cito wait. I haven't had a square mfeal In four days." < ... With everybody supposing he had resigned and left the country, I guess there were all kinds of a nlne-mlnutes' wonder in Portal City, and all along the Short Line, when the word went out that Mr. Norcross was back on the job and running it'pretty-much the same as if nothing had happened. After supper, on the night of his return from the hide-opt, he had sent a long code message to Mr. Chadwlck, and a short one to President Dunton; and though I didn't see the reply to either, I guess Mr. Chadwick's answer, at least, was the right kind, because our track renewing campaign went into commission again with a slam, and all the reform policies took a sure-enough fresh start and began to bump themselves, with Juneman working the newspapers to a finish. We heard nothing further from Mr. Dlsmuke, the portly gentleman in the tan spats, though he still stayed on at the Bullard. We saw him occasionally at meal times, and twice he was eating at the same tabte with Hatch aijd Henckel. That placed him all right for us, though I guess he didn't need much placing. I wondered a little at first that Mr. Norcross didn't take the clue that Branderby, the Mountaineer reporter, had given us and tear loose on the gang that had trapped him. He didn't; or didn't seem to. From the first hour of the first day he was up to his neck pushing things for the new company formed for the purpose of putting Red Tower out of business, and he wouldn't take a Jnlnute's time for anything else. Of course, it says Itself that Hatch never made any more proposals about selling the Red Tower plants to the Citizens' Storage & Warehouse people after the boss got back. That move went into the discard in a hurry, and the Consolidation outfit was busy getting into Its fighting clothes, and try Ing to chock the wheels of the C. S. & W. with all sorts of legal obstacles. Franchise contracts with the railroad were flashed up, and Injunctions were prayed for. Ripley waded In, and what little sleep he got for a week or two was In Pullman cars, snatched while he was rushing around and trying to keep his new clients, the C. S. & W. folks, out of Jail for contempt of court. He did It Little and quiet and smooth-spoken; he could put the legal leather into the biggest bullies the other side could hire. Luckily, we were an interstate corporation, and when the local courts proved crooked, Ripley would find some way to jerk the case out of them and put it up to some Federal judge. Around home In Portal City things were just simmering. Between two days, as you might say, and right soon after Mr. Norcross got back, we acquired a new chum on the head quarters force. He Was a young fellow named Tarbell, who looked and tii Iked and acted like a cow-punch just iu from riding line. He was tarried on Mr. Van Brltt's payroll as an "exthi" or "relief telegraph operator; though we never heard of his being sent out.to relieve anybody. I sized this new young Aan up, right away, for a "special" of some sort, and the proof that I was right came one afternoon when Ripley dropped in and fell Into a chair to fan himself with his straw hat like a man who had just put down a load that he had been carrying about a mile and a half farther than he had bargained to, Thank the Lord, the last of those injunction suits is off the docket." be said, drawing a long; breath and wagging his neat Uttle head at the boss. "I'll say one thing for the Hatch people. Norcross; they're stubborn fighters." Well beat 'em," predicted the boss. "They've got to let go. How about our C. S. & W. friends? Are they still game?" "Fine!" asserted the lawyer. "The stock is over-subscribed everywhere now, and C. S. & W, is a going concern The building boom is on. I venture to say there are over two thousand mechanics at work at the different centers, rustling up the buildings for the ifcw plants, at this moment. You ought to have a monument, NorcrOss. It's the most original scheme for breaking a monopoly that was ever devised." The boss was looking ont of the window sort of absently, chewing oo bis cigar, which had gone out. tell |he sal i "Not yours "No; it, or at least the germ off It, Was given to me by a woman;„a wo- ,i-mah^*tio knows no more about busi- ;«ee»' d^|a&s |han yon do abont driving white elephants." 'Td idee to be made acquainted with the lady," said Ripley, with a tired Uttle smile. "Such gems are too valuable to be wasted on mere lumber yards and fruit packeries and grain elevators and the like." "You'll meet her some day," laughed the boss, with a sort of happy lilt In his voice that fairly made me sick-- knowing what I did; and knowing that he didn't know it. 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