“It’s right you are. And more than me is remembering that same, Ralph, when these crazy loons ask us to go out with them against the orders of our Brotherhood chiefs. We’ve worked hand in hand with the old G. M. and many another of the brass-collared crew on this road. These poor simps that are following McCarrey will be sorry enough in the end.”
“I am glad to hear one man talking sense, Nagle,” said Ralph. “Now, how do these cars stand?”
“Of course, you know, these four you’ve grappled are the worst of the lot?”
“It looks so. And whoever drove them in here must have known he was going to make the yard crew trouble.”
“Like enough. There are more soreheads on this division at the present time than you can shake a stick at! And no wonder. That super——”
“Old stuff! Old stuff, Nagle!” advised Ralph, in haste. “Time is flying.”
“What will you do with these four gondolas?”
“I am going to throw them onto number four switch. They can’t stay there but five minutes, of course, for Number Twenty-eight is due then. But if we work smartly we may get half-a-dozen boxes tacked on ahead of the gondolas.”
“Good boy!” and the conductor swung down to the cinder path.
“Put a couple of huskies on those gondolas. They must brake at the right time,” warned Ralph.