Railroads -- United States -- Design and construction -- Fiction; Western stories
“Well, now, here is where it happened. That whistle was enough to wake
the sleeping saints. And just as the train got fairly going for the
draw, tooting all the way, the door of that watch-box burst open and
three policemen men came running out, hard as they could run. Of
course there was only one thing to do, and that’s just the thing that
Charlie Greenman didn’t do. He turned and ran in the general direction
of the Swift House as fast as those long legs of his could carry him.
Two of the officers ran after him and the other came for me. I yelled
to Charlie to stop, but he’d got to a point where he couldn’t hear
anything. The other officer came running with his night-stick in the
air, but my Scotch-Irish was rising, and I threw up my guard.
“‘Don’t you touch me,’ I yelled; ‘don’t you touch me!’
“‘Well, come along, then,’ said he.
“‘Not a bit of it,’ said I. ‘I’ve nothing to do with you.’
“‘Well, you ran,’ he yelled; ‘you ran!’
“I just looked at him. ‘Do you call this running?’ said I.
“‘Well,’ said he, ‘the other fellow ran.’
“‘All right,’ said I, ‘we’ll run after him.’ So we did. Pretty soon
they caught Charlie. And I was a bit nervous, for I didn’t know what
he might say. But he was too scared to say anything. So I turned to
the officer.
“‘Now,’ said I, ‘suppose you tell us what it is you want?’
“‘We want you,’ said one of them.
“‘No, you don’t,’ said I.
“‘Yes, we do,’ said he.
“It seemed to be getting time for some bluffing, so I hit right out.
‘Where’s your headquarters?’ said I.
“‘Right over here,’ said he.
“‘All right,’ said I, ‘that’s where we’re going, right now. We’ll see
if two railroad men can’t walk through Chaplin’s yards whenever they
feel like it.’
“And all the while we were talking I could hear that second train
a-whooping it up for the state line--clickety--clickety--whoo-oo-oo!
--clickety--clickety--getting fainter and fainter.
“There was a big captain dozing on a bench in the station house. When
he saw us come in, he climbed up behind his desk so he could look down
on us--they like to look down at you, you know.
“‘Well, Captain,’ said the officer, ‘we’ve got ’em.’
“‘Yes,’ the captain answered, looking down with a grin, ‘I think you
have.’
“‘Well now,’ said I, to the captain, ‘who have you got?’
“‘That’ll be all right,’ said he, with another grin.
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