I said nothing. It did not seem that talking would do any good, and the engineer might not have welcomed my advice. The great light was very close. I could see the cars behind it and hear the grind of brakes, while a man was bent double over a lever where the blaze of our head-lamp ran along the ground. The engine rocked beneath us; there was a heavy lurch as the fore-wheels struck the points; then Robertson laughed exultantly and wiped his greasy face. In front lay only the open prairie and flying snow, while the black shape of the freight-train grew indistinct behind.
“It was a pretty close call. Snow blurred the lights, and I guess the gale has broken a wire,” he said. “Them folks never expected us, but they were smart with the switches. I’ll say that for them.” 249
“Good man!” said Heysham. “She’s a grand machine. Next to riding home first in a steeplechase I’d like to have the running of a lightning express. Used to do the former once, but now Fate she says to me, ‘You stop right there in Winnipeg, and sell other men’s cattle for the best price you can.’ Lorimer, I think Number Forty has saved that stock for you.”
Then, shivering as the blasts struck the cab, we crouched, alternately frozen and roasted, in the most sheltered corner we could find, while, feeling the pulse of the great quivering machine with a grimy hand, Robertson hurled his engine along past Carberry and the slumbering Portage, until at last, just before the dawn, sheeted white from head-lamp to tank-rail and dripping below, she came pounding into Winnipeg.
“We’ll let that slide. I don’t like a fuss,” said Robertson, when I thanked him. “Glad to do our best for you, Forty and me; and I guess the Company haven’t another machine short of the inter-ocean racers that would have brought you in the time.”
Then we interviewed the freight-traffic manager.
“That stock consignment came in hours ago,” he informed us. “We haven’t unloaded them yet. Anyway, you’ll have to hurry and see the police, for we’re bound to deliver against shipping bill. Don’t know how you would square things after that; and it’s not my business. Still, I’ll have those cars side-tracked where they can’t be got at readily.”
Next we sought the police, and, after driving half across the city, obtained audience with a magistrate, the result of which was that a detective accompanied us to the station, and then round the hotels, inquiring for the conspirators under several different names. None of them, however, appeared on any hotel register, until we called at a certain 250 well-known hostelry, where our companion was recognized by the clerk.
“Yes, I guess we’ve got the men you want,” he said, with unusual civility for a Western hotel clerk. “Just stood some big stock-buyers a high-class breakfast, and you’ll find them upstairs. Say, if you want assistance send right down for me.”
“We’ll probably fix them without you,” was the smiling answer. “Only two doors to the place, haven’t you? I’ll leave this man here with you, sending two more to the other one. Walk straight in, Mr. Lorimer, and see the end of the play.”