Harold Titufli
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SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott — from ‘‘Yonder” —
makes his entry Into the lumbering
town of Tincup, bringing along an
old man, Don Stuart, who had been
eager to reach Tincup. Nicholas
Brandon, the town’s leading citizen,
resents Stuart's presence, trying to
force him to leave town and Elliott,
resenting the act, knocks him down
Elliott is arrested, but finds a friend
In Judge Able Armitage. The judge
hires him to run the one lumber
camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon
has not been able to grab. This be
longs to Dawn McManus, daughter
of Brandon's old partner, who has
disappeared with a murder charge
hanging over his head. Brandon
sends his bully, Duval, to beat up
Ben, and Ben worsts him in a flat
fight and throws him out of camp.
Old Don Stuart dies, leaving a let
ter for Elliott, “to be used when
the going becomes too tough." Ben
refuses to open the letter at this
time, believing he can win the fight
by his own efforts. Fire breaks out
In the mill. When the flames are
extinguished Ben discovers that the
fire was started with gasoline. The
Hoot Owl gets an offer of spot casn
■for timber, that will provide money
to tide it aver. But there in a defi
nite time limit on the offer. Ben
meets I>nwn McManus, and discov
ers sis not a child, as he had
supposed, but a beautiful young
woman.
CHAPTER VI—Continued
—9—
Holbrook limped out and Bran
don, alone, puffed for a time on his
cigar. Next, he opened a lower
-drawer and drew out a bottle of
whisky. Only one drink remained
In It. He frowned. A year ago he
had procured that liquor; for near
ly twelve months It had been scarce
ly touched. But since the night
that old Don Stuart died Its con
tents had been drawn upon fre
quently. His hands shook a bit as
he lifted the bottle to his Ups, now,
but after drinking new strength be
gan to surge through his body and
he smiled. He looked at his watch
after a time and then out Into the
street. After a time lie rose and
walked to the wall telephone.
“Give me Miss Coburn’s house,
will you?” he asked the operator.
“Hello! Miss Co— Ah, Dawn!
It’s Uncle Nick talking. Want to
go to the movie tonight?”
She seemed to hesitate and he
tilted his head sharply, lips parted.
Then her voice came.
“It’s nice of you to think of me,
Mr. Brandon. But I don’t think I
care to go with you tonight.”
“Oh; sorry,” he said genially
enough hut his brows gathered. “An
other time, then.”
“Perhaps.”
Her receiver clicked up and he
turned away from the instrument
scowling thoughtfully.
“Mister Brandon, eh?” he said
softly. "And ... No excuse. . . .
Well 1”
The last word was spoken with
a snap, as though a chapter was
closed.
He paced the floor slowly. He
■was brooding, planning, and by the
look on his face it was evident that
he planned good for no man . , .
except, possibly Nicholas Brandon.
Perhaps he was thinking of the
matter that was to confront Ben
Elliott within twenty-four hours.
That young man was in high
feather as the crew came in to sup
per. Ilis locomotive had shunted
the standard cars up from Hoot
Owl before daylight and the veneer
logs scattered along the steel had
commenced going up at once.
Able had come driving out from
town in mid-afternoon, Dawn be
side him, and with an added thrill
because of her presence Ben direct
ed the loading of the last car, con
scious that the girl’s eyes were
often on him with an expression
which belied her apparent indiffer
ence when he tried to engage her
In conversation.
It was dark when the Jammer
man swung the last log into place
and toggles were made fast. Able
and Dawn rode with Ben in the
locomotive as they trundled down
the track to camn.
“You boys have had a long day,”
Ben said to the engineer and fire
man. “It won’t get any darker.
You eat your suppers here and we'll
run ’em in this evening."
lie turned to Able.
"Our contract calls for delivery
In time to meet the local. She's
been coming through a little before
eight in the morning. Want to take
no chance of having this stuff held
up now. That would be a tough
break!’’
The engine crew had been fuss
ing with a suspected draw bar and
did not enter the cook shanty until
most of the others had left. Soon
afterward the door opened again
and Blackmore came In.
“How near are you ready to de
liver?’’ he asked Elliott with a wor
ried frown.
soon as the boys, there, stoke
j their own hollers!” Ben replied
! lightly.
"Sure you can make it?"
"As sure as a man can he.”
"I sure hope so. Ben. Guess you
know hy now that I'm pulling for
j you in this scrap. But I’ve got to
hold you to your contract. To the
, hour and letter of it. Your friend
■ Brandon has wired Into the house,
it seems, offering nny quantity of
veneer stulf up to seventy thousand
at ten dollars less than your con
tract calls for. Here's a wire"—
shaking a telegram—"ordering me
to hold you to your agreement and
If you’re late or short on scale to
have Brandon load tomorrow. It’s
out of my hands, you see."
Ben’s mouth tightened.
“Well, It happens, we’ve ducked
from under our genial friend Bran
don again. Yenh. We'll whip-saw
Mr. Nick Brandon!”
Blnckmore grinned and unbut
toned his coat. He chuckled. He
was glad. He was on Ben's side
for certain, and as he lit ids pipe
and commenced to talk, with an
easing in his manner, a triumphant
sort of pence descended on the
shanty.
But even as they visited, a slen
der figure, moving through the dark
ness with a slight limp, followed the
Hoot Owl steel up the long grade
that climbed from the siding.
On the trestle this figure stood
still In the cold quiet. Then he
dropped down the bank of the
stream to where the crib work of
the trestle stood, stoutly footed be
neath the muck and water. For
many minutes he was there, grunt
ing occasionally, and when he
climbed the bank ngain he trailed
something carefully behind. . , .
across the bridge, now, he went,
after more listening, and down
again beneath the north end of the
trestle. More grunting; pawings In
the snow, hard prodding with a
short steel bar. . . . And up again,
trailing something carefully once
more.
Next, the man lighted a cigarette,
shielded the flame of the match In
cupped hands and nfter the tobac
co was burning applied the fire to a
pair of other objects held tightly
between thumb and forefinger. . . .
He let them go and a pair of green
ish sputters began crawling across
the trestle . . . and the man was
limping swiftly up the hill, over the
crest, while the green sputters drew
apart, one crossing the trestle to
ward its northerly end, the other
moving in the opposite direction.
It was twenty minutes later. Ben
Elliott was pulling on his mackinaw,
preparatory to going out with the
first three cars of logs, when he
stopped suddenly, one arm In its
sleeve, as a jolt shook the building,
rattling dishes and causing the door
of the range oven to drop open
with a hang. None in the place
spoke; they looked at each other,
faces set in puzzlement. Again
came a heavy jolt; a loud detona
tion. and a pan fell from its shelf
with a crazy clatter. No word,
still. Without speaking they leaped
for the doorway and emerged to
see the crew spilling from the men’s
shanty to look and listen.
"It’s dinnymite!' Bird-Eye Blaine
croaked hoarsely as he ran out.
‘‘Dinnymite fer sure! Where. Ben
ny b’y?"—looking earnestly Into
Elliott’s face.
“That’s for us to find out,” Ken
answered grimly and they followed
him as he ran with long strides to
ward the direction from which the
sound had come.
Minutes later they came up to
him, the fastest of them, as he
stood motionless on the bank of the
Hoot Owl, looking at the mass of
twisted railroad steel and of ties
that dangled from the swinging
rails in ragged fringe; at the scat
tered remnants of crib work, at the
piling standing splintered and awry
and useless in the stream bed.
Ben Elliott’s bridge was gone. His
way to the siding with his veneer
logs, on the delivery of which hung
the fate of the operation was
blocked. No time remained to team
them out. there was no other way
to get them out except by steel.
And ids steel was broken twisted,
useless.
He turned to lace them as they
rowded up, swearing and exclaim
ing In excited voices.
“You, Houston!" lie ^napped ro
the camp’s boss. "Oet those stand
ards off the main line. Bird-Eye,
start a fire here. You men—you
three there—get a fire going on the
other bank. You teamsters, back to
camp and dress your donkeys. Bring
axes, peaveys, skidding equipment.
Lively, now, everybody! A job of
work coming up!”
Blackmore, whose wind was short,
elbowed through the crowd, pant
ing heavily.
"Good G—d, Elliott; They’re
scotched you 1”
Ben gave him a fleeting, scorch
ing glance.
"Scotched, h—1! They’ve only
got me good and mad!’’
And now began a scene the like
of which had never been recorded
in the Tlncup country.
Men were there in numbers where
huge bonfires, constantly tended
that the light should be steady,
flared on the banks of the Hoot
Owl. Sawyers, cant-hook men,
teamsters, tolled to reduce the
wreckage of the trestle, snaking It
out of the way, working hastily,
noisily, excitement evident In their
movements nnd shouts. Others cut
brush until the sloping river banks
showed bare and dark.
Back In the woods oil flares
burned ns the steam loader puffed
and snorted and rattled, swung Its
boom, lifted logs from their banks,
tossed them through the nlr nnd
dropped them Into plnce on a flat
car. Once loaded, the car of logs
and the Jammer were trundled down
the mile of track to the stream.
Slow and slower the car moved un
til the boom of the loader over
hung the gap where a trestle had
been. Then blocks went into place
to secure the wheels, Elliott gave
the signal, the hoom swung a half
circle, hook men adjusted their
tackle to a log on the single car;
up It went, around and out over
the river bank and then down.
Rlliott was below there with his
cant-hook men. They grnbbed the
first stick, wrestled It Into place
parallel with the current and oth
ers, with mauls and stnkes, gave it
a firm resting place on the bank
. . . Another log , . . another and
still more, until a crude foundation
for trestle abutment had been made
Ben encouraged, he flattered, he
cajoled and he drove those men ns
they never had been driven before.
They moved on a run when going
from place to place; they seemed
to try to outdo one another when
strength became essential. They
were Infected with Klllott’s Are.
Standing on the bank within the
circle of firelight Dawn McManus
seemed to snuggle close to Ahle
Armltage, face pallid even under
the ruddy glow of flames. Her eyes
followed Just one figure; that of
Her Eyes Followed Just One Flfl
ure; That of Ben Elliott.
Ben Elliott. Commanding, resource
ful, a human dynamo, he was.
Shortly after midnight the sup
ply team drove up from camp, the
cook drew back blankets which had
covered its burden, commenced put
ting generous pieces of steaming
steak between slices of bread an.1
the cook poured coffee from huge
pots for the men who swarmed
around the sleigh.
Hack to the decks in the woods
went the locomotive; down it came
again, bearing more logs. These
were let down to a pile which rose
almost to the track level. When it
was three feet higher nearly half
the work would be finished.
Workers staggered through the
snow bearing a steel rail. It went
into place; fish plates clattered;
wrenches set nuts and spikes put
the rail secure on ties.
So when the locomotive, leaking
steam from its old joints, lumbered
down with Its next burden, the load
er was set out on this length of
new track and began the task of
filling In the far side of the ravine,
leaving a sluiceway through which
the waters of the stream gurgled
and surged.
Blackmore Joined Able and Dawn
on the hank where the firelight
struck topaz lights from the snow.
The old justice turned an inquiring
gaze on him and the buyer shrugged.
“Two o’clock.” he muttered. “He’s
got less than six hours left to turn
the trick.”
“It doesn’t seem humanly pos
sible,” Able said slowly.
“I’i. beginning to thing.” Black
more replied, “that the man Isn’t
human This thing would’ve stopped
most men I know without a try
Hut not Elliott!”
Daybreak found them throwing
the last load of logs Into place and
the pallid light of the early day re
vealed Elliott’s face, drawn and
gaunt and colorless; his eyeB burned
brightly, strangely dark.
“Ills only chance is that me
local’ll be late," Iilackmore moaned
to Able.
Six o clock, and broad axes
shnped the logs on which the ties
would rest, and up from the siding
came a team at a trot, and behind
it another. These were men from
Tlncup who had heard of the work
going on. They left their sleighs
and looked at the emergency trestle
and then stnred at one another and
shook their heads In amazement
Things like that just didn't happen,
they seemed to be thinking.
Then came a battered cutter, wi‘h
old Tltu Jeffers driving alone, to
see what wns to be seen.
•‘Heard the shots In town last
night," he told Able. "Come morn
In’ I drove this way."
The old Justice nodded grimly.
“You guessed, then."
Tim spit angrily. “The lad was
gettln’ too close to his mark to
suit some folks, It seems."
Seven o'clock, and men staggered
up the embankment bearing a rail.
Five minutes Inter It rang and sang
as the spike went home, and anoth
er, the last, was brought up.
The gap wns bridged, the last
spikes were going In; the particu
lar Job was done, but tension
screwed up and up, ns a fiddle
string Is tightened. . . .
It wns seven-thirty, and far off
a locomotive screamed.
"The local!" Hlackmore gasped.
“She’s at Dixon. ... In a half
hour. now. H—1, the boy’s licked!"
A half hour! A half hour In
which to move six standard cars
laden with a heavy scale of saw
logs over that grade! Two trips.
Hen Elliott had estimated It would
take. Two trips for the leaking old
locomotive to drag them the three
miles to the siding and puff its way
hack and trundle the other three
over the hill aud down the slope.
It was a half mile climb from river
to summit with a better than four
per cent grade. A good locomotive
of even small tonnage might take
them over at once; hut not the old
ruin that stood sending its plume of
smoke Into the morning air up the
track yonder. And If those logs
were not put down for the train
even now screaming its way toward
the siding, Hen Elliott was beaten.
He straightened, flinging away his
maul, saw the last nut tightened
on the final flsh plate and then,
holding up both hands, face fixed
toward the locomotive with its
string of cars wnlting around the
bend and up the hill to the north
ward, he began to run.
Ilolding them there? When the
trestle was ready? Men wondered
why, audibly, excitedly, stirred from
their weariness by this strange
move. Instead of high-balling them
on, Elliott was holding them back!
CHAPTER VII
THE cnrs of veneer logs were
coupled, their nlr hoses dan
gling. because the Hoot Owl never
boasted air brakes for Its trains.
The locomotive panted asthmati
cally and leaking steam trailed off
Into the forest. Mclver, the engi
neer, stood beside his cnr, wiping
his hands slowly on a hall of waste
nnd his fireman hung out the gang
way ns Hen came running up.
‘‘You’ll have to take ’em ... all
over at once,” Elliott pnnted.
"Local’ll be there In . . . fifteen
minutes! If they’re not at the sid
ing In time for the local, we lose!
You've got to run for It. Mac, nnd
pick up enough speed going down
to carry you over."
Mclver rolled the waste nnd eyed
his employer. Then he shook his
head slowly.
"Tough luck for you 1" he said.
"But with that rotten steel on a
cold mornln’, nnd no telling what
that trestle’ll do when weight hits
It . . .” Me shook his head again
nnd looked Elliott In the eye. "I
got kids," he said simply. "So’s the
fireman.”
Some of the Irate glare which
had been In Hen’s face dwindled.
He, too, stared briefly down the
track.
"Kids, yes,” he said softly. "I
can’t ask a man with kids to try
It, Mac. No hard feelings. I’ll take
a shot myself.”
Tenms clinked up, then, horses
frost covered. Ben surveyed the
crowd that pressed about the en
gine and swung up to the step.
"I’m going to take her over my
self,” he said "If I get across that
hump, with this load pushing me,
I’ll need a hrakemnn. I’m not go
ing t* ask anyone of you to ride.
Maybe we'll pile up. But If we do
get to the top, I can’t stop her alone
at the mill Without air. with frost
on the steel we’ll go Into the pond.
There’s fifty dollars In It for the
man who'll ride with me!”
They looked hard at him, and
then, almost In unison, their fnces
turned down the track. To watch
was to know what was In their
minds: the dangers of that curve,
with rusty steel so cold, the prob
lematical strength of the trestle
they had built through the night.
"Fifty dollars . . against a
broken neck.” Ben said and Ids
voice trembled a hit. He drew his
watch. “We’ve got eleven or twelve
minutes to catch the local. . . ,
I’ll urge no man. . Fifty dollars
. . . and a long chance. Any
takers?”
No man moveu for u moment.
Then, quite simply, without a word,
Tim Jeffers peeled his heavy sheep
skin coat, took a peave.v from a
man beside him and advanced.
“Never mind the fifty, Elliott. . . .
It s my neck"
Ben smiled, then. It seemed as
though he were so weary from ef
fort and strain that he must have
cracked and cried had he not
smiled. He said no word. He
swung up to the cab as the safety
valve popped and steam commenced
blowing off.
<TO BE CONTINUED.*
BRISBANE
THIS WEEK
Pleasant News
Air Fleet Controls
Nordic Max, Jewish Max
Gen. Dawes Sees Joy
It Is pleasant to read a Washing
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General Dawes, once Vice Presi
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"America Is on the verge of real
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It Is a pleasure to have somebody
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The California assembly votes .18
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The state sennte, however, revolt
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four thousand million dollars every
year, the total cost of giving $200
per month to every man pnst sixty.
II. G. Wells Is In America to write
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“Doctor Moreau's Island.”
Doctor Moreau performs some
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New Yorkers are told that all
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neuth the ocean, nnd talk around
the world, without wires, should be
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belief In ghosts Is slowly disappear
lug. Let’s hope and believe the de
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The national ladies’ hairdressers’
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