Word was quietly passed around among the trainmen to be on the watch for him, as he was probably the one who had recently caused the road so much annoyance4; and this came to be pretty well proved in time, for, with Reddy’s disappearance5, the annoyances6 ceased, in so far, at least, as they originated in the yards at Wadsworth. Out on the line, indeed, they still continued,—switches were spiked7, fish-plates were loosened,—and then, of a sudden, even these ceased, and everything ran as smoothly8 as in the old days. But this very quiet alarmed the chief of detectives more than anything else had done, for he believed it was the calm preceding a storm, and he redoubled his precautions. Some of the officers were rather inclined to laugh at his fears, but not the superintendent9.
“You are right, Preston,” he said to the chief. “There’s something in the wind. We’ll look sharp till after the pay-car gets here, anyway. After that, if nothing happens, we can let up a bit.”
“When will the pay-car get here?” questioned Preston.
“I don’t know yet; probably the night of the twenty-fourth.”
“You’d better order a double guard with it, sir,” suggested the detective.
“I will,” assented10 the superintendent. “More than that, Mr. Schofield and I will accompany it. If there’s any excitement, we want to be there to see it.”
The detective nodded and went away, while the superintendent turned back to his desk. It had occurred to him some days before that an attempt to hold up the pay-car might be the culminating point of the series of outrages11 under which the road was suffering, and the more he had thought of it the more likely it appeared. The pay-car would be a rich prize, and any gang of men who could get away with its contents would be placed beyond the need of working, begging, or stealing for a long time to come. The pay-car, which always started from general headquarters at Cincinnati, went over the road, from one end to the other, every month, carrying with it the money with which the employés of the road were paid. To Wadsworth alone it brought monthly nearly two hundred thousand dollars, for Wadsworth was division headquarters. Nearly all the trainmen employed on the division lived there, and besides, there were the hundreds of men who laboured in the division shops. Yes, the pay-car would be a rich prize, and, as the money it carried was all in small denominations13, it would be impossible to trace it, once the robbers got safely away with it.
Let it be said in passing that on most roads the pay-car is now a thing of the past. Payment is now usually made by checks, which are sent out in registered packages from general headquarters, and distributed by the division officials. This method is safe and eminently14 satisfactory to the road, but some of the employés object occasionally because of the difficulty they sometimes experience in getting their checks cashed immediately.
The road had never suffered any attack upon its pay-car, primarily, no doubt, because it was well-known that there were always half a dozen well-armed men with it, who would not hesitate to use their weapons. In fact, every man, as he stood at the little grated cashier’s window, waiting for his money, could see the row of rifles in the rack against the wall and the brace15 of pistols lying upon the desk, ready to the cashier’s hand. Besides, even if the car were broken into and the money secured, the difficulty of getting away safely with the booty was enormous. The road, for the most part, ran through a thickly settled country, and the moment the alarm was given, posses could be set in motion and the wires set humming in every direction, in the effort to run the robbers down. So, with whatever hungry greed would-be highwaymen had eyed the piles of bills and gold visible through the little grated window, none of them had ever dared to make a forcible attempt to gain possession of them.
Perhaps no one would dare attempt it now, thought the superintendent; perhaps he had been merely alarming himself without cause. At least, the most effective defensive17 measure would be to keep secret the hour of the pay-car’s arrival. If no one knew exactly when to look for it, no attempt could be made to hold it up. Such an attempt, at the best, would be foolhardy, and the superintendent turned back to his work with a little sigh of relief at the thought. In a few moments, immersed in the pile of correspondence before him, he had quite forgotten his uneasiness.
Certainly, as day after day went smoothly by, there seemed less and less cause for apprehension19. The tramps were evidently making southward, like the birds, before the approach of winter. And nothing more was seen of Dan Nolan. A watch had been kept upon the hut on the hillside, but he had not returned there, so the hut was finally demolished20 and the tunnel in the cliff closed up. Every effort had been made to discover his whereabouts, but in vain. The detectives of the road declared that he was nowhere in the neighbourhood; but Jack21 Welsh was, as always, skeptical22.
Just east of Wadsworth, beyond the river, the country rose into a series of hills, sparsely23 settled and for the most part covered by virgin24 forest. These hills extended for many miles to the eastward25, and among them, Jack told himself, Nolan could easily find a secure hiding-place for himself and half a dozen men.
“An’ that’s jest where he is,” said Jack to Allan one evening, when they were talking the matter over. “That’s jest what Nolan’d love t’ do—put hisself at th’ head of a gang o’ bandits. He was allers talkin’ about highwaymen an’ train-robbers an’ desperadoes when he was on th’ gang; but we only laughed at him then. Now, I see it would have been a good thing if I’d ’a’ taken a stout26 stick an’ beat that foolishness out o’ him.”
“But Reddy,” said Allan; “where’s Reddy?”
“Reddy’s with him,” answered Jack, decidedly. “An’ there’s no tellin’ what scrape that reptile’ll git him into. I dare say, Reddy thinks Nolan’s his best friend. That’d be natural enough, since he’s got to thinkin’ that all his old friends are his worst enemies.”
“If we could only find him!” said Allan, wistfully “and bring him home again. The poor fellow will never get well if he’s left to wander about like that.”
But there seemed no way of finding him. Allan was the last person who had seen him. That was at the moment, in the early morning, when he had slunk away from under the engine. Some warning of the search for him must certainly have reached him, for he had never again appeared at home. His wife, nearly heart-broken by the suspense27, imagining him suffering all sorts of hardships, yet went about her work with a calm persistence28 which concealed29 in some degree the tumult30 which raged within her. The children must be fed and cared for, and she permitted nothing to stand between her and that duty. The division offices had never been so clean as they were since Mrs. Magraw had taken charge of them.
A day or two later, Allan fancied he saw something which proved the truth of Jack’s theory. It was one morning as he was returning from his regular trip that he reached the embankment along the river and glanced over at the willows31 on the farther side, as he always did when he passed the place, for it was there that he and Jack had first seen Reddy in Nolan’s company. His heart gave a leap as he saw two men there. He stopped and looked at them, but the early morning mist rising from the river hid them so that he could discern nothing beyond the mere16 outline of their forms. He stared long and earnestly, until they passed behind the clump32 of willows and disappeared from sight. Something told him that it was Reddy and Nolan again, but he could not be sure, and at last he went slowly on his way. Perhaps they had a place of concealment33 somewhere in the woods that stretched eastward from the river-bank.
He mentioned his suspicion to Jack, as soon as he reached home, and the latter was all on fire in a minute.
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” he said. “Next Sunday we’ll take a walk through th’ woods over there, an’ it’s jest possible we’ll run on to ’em. Mebbe we kin12 save Reddy from that rascal34 yet!”
So, bright and early the next Sunday morning, they started out, taking with them a lunch, for they did not expect to return until evening. They crossed the river by the bridge which they had used on the night when they had tried to capture Nolan, and struck at once into the woods.
“It’s like huntin’ a needle in a haystack,” said Jack, “but my idea is that they’ve got a hut somewheres back in th’ hollers behind this first range o’ hills. They’s mighty35 few houses back there,—nothin’ but woods. So mebbe we’ll run on to ’em, if we have good luck.”
They scrambled36 up the first low range of hills which looked down upon the broad river, and paused for a moment on the summit for a look about them. Beyond the river lay the level valley which, twelve decades before, had been one of the favourite dwelling-places of the red man. The woods abounded37 with game of every sort, and the river with fish, while in the fertile bottom his corn would grow to ripe luxuriance with little cultivation38. More than one fierce battle for the possession of this smiling valley had been fought with the hardy18 bands of pioneers, who had pushed their way up from the Ohio, but at last the advancing tide of civilization swept the Indian aside, and the modern town of Wadsworth began to rise where formerly39 there had been no building more substantial than the hide wigwam.
Jack and Allan could see the town nestling among its trees in the wide valley, but, when they turned about, a different view met them. To the eastward were no plains, no bottoms, no city, but, far as the eye could see, one hill rose behind another, all of them heavily wooded to the very summit, so steep and with a soil so gravelly that no one had ever attempted to cultivate them. Nor did any one dwell among them, save a few poverty-stricken families, who lived in summer by picking blackberries and in winter by digging sassafras-root,—a class of people so shiftless and mean and dirty that no respectable farmer would permit them on his place.
It was the rude cabin of one of these families which Jack and Allan saw in the valley before them, and they determined40 to descend41 to it and make inquiries42. There was a rough path leading downwards43 through the woods, and this they followed until they came to the edge of the little clearing which surrounded the house. They went forward to the door and knocked, but there was no response, and, after a moment, Jack pushed the door open cautiously and looked inside. As he did so, a shot rang out behind him, and Allan felt a sudden sting of pain across his cheek as a bullet sang past and embedded44 itself in the jamb of the door.
“What’s that?” cried Jack, springing around, and then he saw Allan wiping the blood from his cheek. “What is it, lad?” he asked, his face paling. “You’re not hurted?”
“Only a scratch,” said Allan, smiling. “Just took a little of the skin off.”
“Come in here an’ we’ll look at it,” and Jack half-dragged him through the open door, which he closed and barred. “That’ll keep th’ varmint from takin’ another shot at us,” he said. “Now let’s see the cheek.”
But not even Jack’s anxiety could make of the wound more than a scratch. The bullet had cut the skin from the left cheek for nearly an inch, and a little cold water, which Jack found in a bucket in the house, soon stopped the bleeding.
“Who could it have been?” asked Allan, at last.
“Y’ don’t need t’ ask that, I hope,” cried Jack. “It was Dan Nolan!”
“Well, he didn’t hurt me much,” said Allan, with a laugh. “He doesn’t seem to have very good luck.”
“No,” said Jack; “but if that bullet had been an inch further to th’ right, you wouldn’t be a-settin’ laughin’ there,” and a little shudder45 ran through him as he thought of it, and he clinched46 his hands as he imagined what his vengeance47 would have been.
“No,” said Jack; “they’s one o’ th’ Waymores lives here, but I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he was in cahoots with Nolan. These people’re just as much vagabonds as them that go trampin’ about th’ country.”
Allan looked again about the squalid room, and turned a little sick at the thought of living in the midst of such filth49 and wretchedness.
“Come, let’s get out of here,” he said. “I want some fresh air. This is enough to turn one’s stomach.”
“I tell you,” suggested Jack, “suppose we go out th’ back door there an’ sneak50 around th’ edge of th’ clearin’. Mebbe we kin come on Nolan when he ain’t lookin’—and what I’ll do to him’ll be a plenty!”
Allan laughed at his ferocity.
“I don’t believe Nolan would stay around here,” he said. “He didn’t know but what there were others with us. He probably decamped as soon as he took that crack at me.”
“Well, it won’t do any harm t’ try,” said Jack, and try they did, but no trace of Nolan was anywhere to be seen.
They went on through the woods, eating their lunch beside a limpid51 spring which bubbled from beneath a rock in the hillside, and during the afternoon pushed on along the valley, but met no human beings. If it was indeed Nolan who fired the shot, he had taken to cover effectually. Allan began to doubt more and more that it had really been Nolan.
“It might have been a hunter,” he pointed52 out to Jack, “who was shooting at something else, and did not see us at all. Such things happen, you know.”
“Yes,” Jack admitted, “but that wasn’t what happened this time,” and, when they reached home again, he went straight over to the offices and related to Mr. Schofield the details of the morning’s adventures. That official promised to put two detectives on Nolan’s trail at once. They worked on it for two or three days, but, though they even employed a bloodhound in the effort to run him down, all their work was quite in vain. The man to whom the cabin belonged said he had walked over to a neighbour’s that Sunday and had been away from home all day. He denied all knowledge of Nolan or Reddy Magraw, And the search ended, as all the others had done, without finding a trace of either of them.
So the days passed, and the work on section went on in its unvaried round. And even from day to day Allan felt himself changing, as his horizon broadened. He had become a different boy from the diffident youngster who had asked Jack Welsh for a job that morning a few short months before. Work had strengthened him and made him a man; he felt immeasurably older; he had gained self-confidence; he felt that he could look out for himself in any emergency. He was playing a man’s part in the world; he was earning an honest living. He had gained friends, and he began to feel that he had a future before him. He was going to make the most of every opportunity, for he was ambitious, as every boy ought to be. He longed to get into the superintendent’s office, where there would be a chance to learn something about the infinitely53 difficult work of operating the road, and where there would be a chance for promotion54. He never spoke55 of this to Jack, for such a thought seemed almost like desertion, but he never passed the offices without looking longingly56 up at the network of wires and signals. Sometimes, when some duty took him up-stairs, he could hear the wild chatter57 of the instruments in the despatchers’ office, and he determined to try to understand their language.
Jack came into the section-shanty one morning with a sheet of paper in his hand and a broad smile upon his face.
“I’ve got a Christmas gift fer y’, boys,” he said, and stuck the notice up on the hook. They all crowded around to read it.
“NOTICE TO SECTION FOREMEN
“All patrolling of the tracks will cease on and after December 25th next. This company deeply appreciates the faithful service its section-men have given it, and will endeavour to show that appreciation58 by increasing the wages of all section-men ten per cent., to go into effect January 1st.
“A. G. Round,
“Supt. and Gen. Manager.
“Cincinnati, Ohio, Dec. 18th.”
“How’s that, boys?” asked Jack. “That’s a Christmas gift worth havin’, ain’t it?” and he looked about from face to face, for he knew what that increase of twelve and a half cents a day meant to these men. It meant more food for the children, a new dress for the wife,—a little more luxury and ease in lives which were hard enough at best.
The weather had been cool and pleasant, but it changed as Christmas drew near, and the twenty-fourth was marked by a heavy storm. All the afternoon the rain fell in torrents59, the wind blew a hurricane, and—something rare for December—the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled60 savagely61 overhead.
Work was out of the question, and, after playing awhile with Mamie, and telling her wonderful stories of Santa Claus and what he was going to bring her that night, Jack Welsh mounted to his room to get a few hours of much-needed rest. For his hours of patrol duty were from nine o’clock to midnight, and this trying extra work was beginning to tell upon him. With that characteristic unselfishness which endeared him to his men, he had chosen the worst trick for himself.
“I’ll be mighty glad when this extry work’s over,” his wife remarked, as she busied herself with the dishes in the kitchen, “fer all it pays double. There’s no use fer a man t’ kill hisself jest t’ make a little extry money. Jack’s purty nigh wore out;—just listen how he snores!”
Allan looked up at her and laughed from the place on the floor where he was helping62 Mamie construct a castle out of painted blocks.
“We’ll let him sleep as long as we can,” he said; and so it was not till nearly eight o’clock that Mamie was sent up-stairs to call him. They heard him get heavily out of bed, and, while he was putting on his clothes, Mary trimmed the lamp and stirred up the fire, in order that everything might be bright and warm to welcome him. And Allan, watching her, felt his eyes grow a little misty63 as he saw her loving thoughtfulness.
“Better hurry up, Jack, dear,” she called. “You haven’t much time t’ spare.”
“Comin’, Mary, comin’,” he answered, “as soon as I git this plaguy boot on.”
“It’s an awful night,” said his wife, as he came sleepily down the stair. “Do you have t’ go, Jack? Can’t y’ stay home on Christmas Eve?”
“No, I have to go, Mary;” and he doused64 hands and face in a great basin of rain-water. “It’s th’ last time, y’ know, an’ I ain’t a-goin’ t’ shirk now. Maybe th’ pay-car’ll come through t’-night. They promised us our pay this month fer Christmas, y’ know, an’ we want to be sure that she gits here all right. To-morrow we’ll have a great time, an’ they’ll be no more patrol duty after that.”
Mamie danced around the floor, for she had received mysterious hints from Allan of what was to happen on the morrow, and her father picked her up and kissed her before he sat down to the supper that was on the table awaiting him. He drank his coffee and ate his bacon and eggs with an appetite born of good digestion65. Then he donned his great boots and rubber coat.
“Now, don’t y’ worry, Mary,” he said, drawing his wife to him. “There won’t a drop of rain git to me in this rig. Good-bye, Mamie,” and he picked up the child and kissed her again. “Take good care of ’em, Allan.”
He rammed66 his wide leather hat down farther upon his head, made sure that his lantern was burning properly, took up the heavy club he always carried, and opened the door.
“Good-bye,” he called back, and in a moment had disappeared in the darkness.
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