“The desperate devils was going to make sure,” panted the foreman as he hunted for the instrument. “They fetched two coils of rope.”
The papers made a great hero of Parsly. Fresno Red, who was found with a broken shoulder, gave him a brave record for being game. The railroad sent a superintendent to tell him he was in line for promotion and the express company guardedly considered presenting him with a reward.
“I don’t want any money,” growled Parsly as the agent sat by his bed in the little house.
“Cut that out. I did nothing but what’s in the day’s work. But I’d like the Centerville job. Roberts, they say, is going to quit. That pays a hundred a month.”
He was appointed two days later. Only now he hates the sight of coiled rope and looks upon express money as so much junk.