The Daughter of a Magnate (Chapter 7, page 1 of 9)


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Chapter 7

Sleepy Cat town was but just rubbing its eyes next morning when the
Brock train pulled in from Cascade. Clouds rolling loosely across the
mountains were pushing the night into the west, and in the east wind
promise of day followed, soft and cool.

On the platform in the gray light three men were climbing into the
gangway of a switch-engine, the last man so long and so loosely put
together that he was taking, as he always took when he tried to get
into small quarters, the chaffing of his companions on his size. He
smiled languidly at Callahan's excited greeting, and as they ran down
the yard listened without comment to the story of the washout. No
words were needed to convey to Glover or to Blood the embarrassment of
the situation. Freight trains crowded every track in the yard, and the
block of twelve hours indicated what a two-day tie-up would mean. In
the cañon the roadmasters were already taking measurements and section
men were lining up track that had been lifted and wrenched by the
water. Callahan and Blood did the talking, but when they left the
flooded roadbed and Glover took a way up the cañon wall it became
apparent what the mountain engineer's long legs were for. He led, a
quick, sure climber, and if he meant by rapidly scaling the bowlders to
shut off Callahan's talk the intent was effective. Nothing more was
said till the three men, followed by the roadmasters, had gained a
ledge, fifty feet above the water, that commanded for a quarter of a
mile a view of the cañon.

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