Night

Glover looked at his watch; it was Giddings' trick at Medicine Bend,
and he made little doubt of getting what he asked for. He walked to
the eating-house and from there directly across to the roundhouse, and
started a hurry call for the night foreman. He found him at a desk
talking with Paddy McGraw, the engineer that was to have taken out
Number Six.

"Paddy," said Glover, "do you want to take me to Medicine to-night?"

"They've just cancelled Number Six."

"I know it."

"You don't have to go to-night, do you?"

"Yes, with Mr. Brock's car. This isn't as bad as the night you and I
and Jack Moore bucked snow at Point of Rocks," said Glover,
significantly. "Do you remember carrying me from the number seven
culvert clean back to the station after the steampipe broke?"

"You bet I do, and I never thought you'd see again after the way your
eyes were cooked that night. Well, of course, if you want to go
to-night, it's go, Mr. Glover. You know what you're about, but I'd
never look to see you going out for fun a night like this."

"I can't help it. Yet I wouldn't want any man to go out with me
to-night unwillingly, Paddy."

"Why, that's nothing. You got me my first run on this division. I'd
pull you to hell if you said so."

Glover turned to the night foreman. "What's the best engine in the
house?"

"There's the 1018 with steam and a plough."