The Young Train DispatcherStevenson, Burton Egbert
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The Young Train Dispatcher
Stevenson, Burton Egbert
Railroad stories
Jack paused to enjoy the effect of the words. He could certainly find
no fault with his audience on the score of inattention. Allan and Mr.
Schofield were regarding him with rapt countenances; and at the last
words, Nevins, too, had started to a strained attention, his quick,
uneven breathing attesting his agitation.
"Yes, it was Nolan," Jack repeated, "an' th' other one was that felly
there," and he indicated Nevins with a motion of the finger.
"'Well, did ye do it?' Nolan asked.
"'Yes, I done it,' said th' other. 'How about th' freight?'
"'I left her three mile back,' says Nolan, 'with th' wust hot-box ye iver
see. An' when she tries t' start she'll find an air-hose busted. She
can't git here till way arter seven.'
"'Th' special'll be along about seven-five, I think,' says Nevins, 'an'
it'll be a-comin' a mile a minute.'
"'Bully!' says Nolan, an' laughs to himself. 'I guess that prig'll hev
suthin' t' think about th' rest of his life. I guess he won't stay much
longer with _this_ road.'
"I knowed they was talkin' about Allan," Jack went on, "and I tell you my
blood was a-boilin' considerable; it was all I could do t' keep myself
from jumpin' up an' grabbin' them two scoundrels an' knockin' their heads
together till I'd smashed 'em. But I couldn't see yet jest what it was
they was up to. So I thought I'd set still an' try t' find out. An' purty
soon I _did_ find out.
"'But you've got t' git th' order back on th' hook,' says Nolan. 'If y'
don't, it'll be you who'll suffer an' not that rat.'
"'Niver worry,' says Nevins, 'I'll git it back. I've pervided fer all
thet.'
"Even yet I couldn't understand," Jack added. "I couldn't believe that
any two human bein's would be sich divils as them words'd indicate. I
thought mebbe I was dreamin', but I pinched myself an' it hurt. Then I
thought mebbe I hadn't heerd right. I jest _couldn't_ b'lieve my own ears.
"'Well, I can't stay here,' says Nevins. 'I must be gittin' over by th'
shanty. I've got t' watch my chance.'
"'I'll go along,' says Nolan. 'Mebbe I kin help. Anyway, I'm a-goin' t'
stay till th' thing comes off.'
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