Commodore Durfee Gets the “Shaky & Windy” Mr. De Reamer and Mr. Chambers in contempt of Court--Durfee and Carrington directors allied at last against De Reamer--It is said that Durfee already has a majority--Meeting to be held nex will be decid De Rea The rest of it was torn off, but he read these headings three times. Then he lowered his knees, with the paper still lying across them, and looked over it at the little group of men and mules about the water-hole. “Can that be true, or can’t it?” he asked himself. “And what am I going to do about it? I don’t believe it; it’s another war of injunctions, that’s what it is, and it isn’t likely to be settled short of the Supreme Court. We can start back in an hour or so, and as soon as we reach camp I’ll take the five-spot”--Carhart’s two engines happened to bear the numbers five and six--“the five-spot and the private car and see if Bill Cunningham can’t make a record run toward Sherman. It’s a little puzzling, but I’m inclined to think it’s a mighty good thing that I found this paper.” He tossed it away, and then, catching sight for the first time of the other side, he took it up again. The second page was nearly covered with crude designs, made with a blue pencil. There were long rows of scallops, and others of those aimless markings a man will make when pencil and paper are before him. And in the middle, surrounded by a sort of decorative border, was printed out “MR. CARHART,” then a blank space and the name “JACK FLAGG.” Carhart rose to his feet, folded the paper, put it in his hip pocket, and looked cheerfully around. “So, Mr. Flagg, it’s you I’m indebted to for this information. I’m sure I’m greatly obliged.” Then he waved to the men. “Come on, boys,” he shouted. “Bring those animals back to the wagons. We’ll fill the barrels here.” Slowly and not without difficulty he walked back. But the unsteadiness in his legs no longer disturbed him. The panic was over,--and something else was over too. CHAPTER VI THE ROAD TO TOTAL WRECK “How’s my pony?” said Young Van. “You haven’t told me.” “I shot him.” “Not yours too? Didn’t I see you riding Texas this morning? I--I’m a little hazy about what I have and haven’t seen these days.” “Yes; Texas pulled through. He’s hitched on just behind us.” The wagon train, with every barrel full, was drawing slowly toward Mr. Carhart’s camp. Young Van and Carhart were riding on the leading wagon, and the former was gazing off dejectedly to the horizon, where he could see a few moving black specks and the gray-yellow line of the grade. “I don’t know what you’ll think of me, Mr. Carhart,” he said, after a time. “I don’t seem to be good for much when it comes to real work.” “Better forget about it, Gus,” the chief replied. “I’m going to. This isn’t railroad building.”