The Wire Devils
CONTENTS
TWO switch lights twinkled; one at the east, and one at the west end of the siding. For the rest all was blackness. Half way between the switch lights, snuggled close against the single-tracked main line, the station, little more than a shanty and too insignificant to boast a night operator, loomed up shadowy and indistinct. Away to the westward, like jagged points sticking up into the night and standing out in relief against the skyline, the Rockies reared their peaks. And the spell of the brooding mountains seemed to lie over all the desolate, butte-broken surrounding country—for all was utter silence.
And then there came a sound, low at first, like a strange muttering from somewhere to the westward.
It died away, grew louder, was hushed again—and broke into a sustained roar. Came then the quick, short gasps of the exhaust—it was a freight, and a heavy one. And suddenly, from up the track, circling an intervening butte, an electric headlight cut streaming through the black. It touched the little station in a queerly inquisitive way in the sweep of its arc, lingered an instant over the platform, then swung to the right of way, and held there, the metals glistening like polished silver ribbons under the flood of light.
Straining, panting at its load, reddening the sky as the fire-box door was flung open, the big tenwheeler stormed by, coughing the sparks heavenward from its stack. The roar in the still night grew deafening, as boxcar, flat and gondola, lurching, swaying, clanking, groaning, an endless string, tugging at one another, grinding their flanges, screaming as they took up the axle play, staggered with a din infernal past the lonely and unlighted station.
The roar sank into a gradually diminishing murmur. The tail-lights winked like mischievous little red eyes in the distance—and vanished.
All was stillness and that brooding silence again.
And then a man's form, like a black shadow in the darkness, rose from the trackside, and crept to the platform, and along the platform to the station door.
Frank L. Packard
THE WIRE DEVILS
Author of “Greater Love Hath No Man,” “The Adventure of Jimmie Dale,” Etc.
1918
THE WIRE DEVILS
I—THE SECRET CODE
II—THE TEN-DOLLAR COUNTERFEIT NOTE
III-THE PAYMASTER'S SAFE
IV—AT BALD CREEK STATION
V—IN WHICH A CASH BOX DISAPPEARS
VI—SOME OF THE LITTLE SPIDERS
VII—WANTED—THE HAWK—DEAD OR ALIVE
$5,000 REWARD—FOR EX-SING SING CONVICT
$2,000 REWARD
VIII—THREADS IN THE WEB
IX—THE LOOTING OF THE FAST MAIL
X—THE THIRD PARTY
XI—THE LEAD CAPSULE
XII—BLINDMAN'S-BUFF
ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS IN A LEAD CAPSULE
XIII—THE MAN WITH THE SCAR
XIV—THE CLUE
XV—THE LADYBIRD
XVI—AN EVEN BREAK
XVII—A HOLE IN THE WALL
XVIII—THE HAWK PACKS HIS VALISE
XIX—BIRDS OF A FEATHER
“I——”
XX—“CONFIDENTIAL” CORRESPONDENCE
THE END