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THE TRAIN WREGKERS OF THE UNION PACIFIC.

CHAPTER I.
A MESSAGE FROM MID-AIR.

“ HELLO! That means crooked work, or
I‘m an angel!" ' .

Through the misty night came the indis-
tinct sound of metal clicking dully against
metal; and holding.l his breath, the better to
listen, Alick McPherson bent forward, “ all
ears,” for the time being.

Again he caught that suspicious sound, and
this time fairly located it as finding birth in
yonder deep cut, where the double track of
the Union Pacific wound its way through the
tortuous “ Grape-vine Gorge.”

A low, almost fierce ejaculation passed the
detective’s lips, followed by the muttered
words:

“I might have known it; I did know
’twould be right here, if anywhere. The
worst spot along the whole line for a wreck,
and—heavens! If it’s too late to warn the
Express of— Steady, old man!" ‘7'; " TLT'""

Crouching lower amidst those rugged
rocks, McPherson opened his watch, then
struck a match, shielding the flame with
joined hands long enough to read the hour;
then extinguishing the tiny torch with a
quick breath of relief.

“ None too early, yet there’s time enough,
unless— Get there, Eli!”

It would have been a difficult bit of ground

to cover even with the aid of broad daylight, l whose sullen roarings could be heard only
and was actually perilous to limb if not to too distinctly.

‘ life this dark evening, when the rocks and l The entire line could hardly have offered 21
stones were rendered unusually slippery by  worse place for a disastrous wreck than
the mist which promised soon to strengthen l Grape-vine Gorge, noted in railroad annals
into rain. lfor its short and sharp curves, forming a

But Alick McPherson was noted for his double letter S in a short quarter of a mile,
pure grit, and just now he had an additional 3 and crossing the brawling river thrice within
incentive which left no room for thought of 6 those brief limits,
failure. ; McPherson shivered anew as a turn of

Yet it seemed a terribly long five minutes, ‘ yonderlantern afforded him a passing glimpse
before he could win his first glimpse of 2 of the arched culvert, just beyond the point
Grape-vine Gorge, and then, as he peered where the lawless gang was at work; and
through the falling mist, his hands clinched ‘ then his brain worked swiftly over the prob-
in fierce rage. llcm: how could he avert the threatening

One dark shape was holding a lantern, the 1 tragedy?
dull rays of which were cast here and there, a As willbe explained later, he wasthorough-
as called for by the lawless workers, some .’ ly familiar wlth his present surroundings.
half-dozen in number, So far as the detective I and knew that the only point where he could
could make out in that hurried glance. ‘ hope to gain the road-bed within at least a

“Devils, all! Think of a crowded Express couple of miles was right here; and a single
going off the rails at a point like that! And slip, a single false step on those damp rocks,
what's to hinder?” might not only endangcrlife and limb by the

Man of iron nerve though he was, Alick 1 fall, butwould almost certainly bring yonder
McPherson turned a bit paler as he asked l murderous knaves upon him, thirsting for
himself this question.  blood.

The train-wreckers were working swiftly, 1 Yet Alick hesitated barely half a minute,
yet systematically, some drawing spikes ‘ and those seconds were consumed, not in
3 from the ties, others prying the rails out of‘ planning his own safety, but in determining
l plumb, the more surely to throw the coming ‘ how he might the more certainly warn the
l Express off the narrow road~bed over the ; coming Express of this grim peril, menacing
irocks and down to the mist-hidden river, ; the lives of erery person on heard.

 

 

 

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