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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD Good G scotched you! d, Elliott; Theyve Ben gave him a fleeting, scorching glance. h- -1! Scotched Theyve only got me good and mad! And now began a scene the like ''hicA had never been recorded the Tincup country. Men were there in numbers where huge bonfires, constantly tended tlie that light should be steadv flared on the banks of the Hoot Owl. Sawyers, men teamsters, toiled to reduce the wreckage of the trestle, snaking it out of the way, working hastily, noisily, excitement evident in their movements and shouts. Others cut brush until the sloping river banks showed bare and dark. , Back in the woods oil flares burned as the steam loader puffed and snorted and rattled, swung Its boom, lifted logs from their banks, tossed them through the air and dropped them Into place on a flat car. Once loaded, the car of logs and the jammer were trundled down the mile of track to the stream. Slow and slower the car moved until the boom of the loader overhung the gap where a trestle had been. Then blocks went into place to secure the wheels, Elliott gave the signal, the boom swung a half circle, hook men adjusted their tackle to a log on the single car; up It went, around and out over the river bank and then down. Elliott was below there with his cant-hoomen. They grabbed the first stick, wrestled it into place parallel with the current and others, with mauls and stakes, gave It a firm resting place on the bank . . . Another log . . . another and still more, until a crude foundation for trestle abutment had been made. Ben encouraged, he flattered, hp cajoled and he drove those men as they never had been driven before. They moved on a run when going from place to place; they seemed to try to outdo one another when strength became essential. They were Infected with Elliotts fire. Standing on the bank within the circle of firelight Dawn McManus seemed to snuggle close to Abie Armltage, face pallid even under the ruddy glow of flames. Her eyes followed Just one figure; that of 7 eant-hoo- their own boilers! , "end ej, ( ! fuulj E1e0nttr7intom'c lumber!nS 'cup, bringing along an Stuart, who had been Nicholas a,h Tincup town's leading citizen. o'irts presence, trying to mo leave town and Elliott, ln knock, him down, a friend Arraitage. The judge run the one lumber "rested, but finds Able , Hoot d partner, who has a murder charge old with Brandon his head. over to beat up him in a fist j Ben worsts throws him out of camp. . Stuart dies, leaving a let- -' Elliott, "to be used when Ben becomes too tough. at this ,o open the letter the fight (ieung he can win Fire breaks out own efforts. are flames the When Biii . ,bd Ben discovers that the started with gasoline. The gets an offer of spot cash er that will provide money ,, tour. But there Is a defl-limit on the offer. Ben , .own McManus, and discov-as he had Is not a child, t but a beautiful young bully. Duval, 'ellowstone d it is tie aifNitira aonable 3 SHOP , tch Shot h SaHLau iVY j P48T her a mi OLD AM. ' daughter McManus, Dawn don's y in C. s, ent oi a! in tie U that Brandon -, grab. This be- Owl. able to keen Prompt Sc! TJZESI idea that 9 out and Bran-e- , for a time on his he opened a lower, Next, and drew out a bottle of Only one drink remained !e frowned. A year ago he tired that liquor ; for near- months it had been scarre-ed- . But since the night Don Stuart died Its con-i- d been drawn upon fre-Hhands shook a bit as the bottle to his lips, now, puffed um UTS other praise rmounUut y arid In era: Hebe ITER, limped ok h'tr: ameas. Continued VI APTER y the lnfj then, ft the east at, f R FREE BOOK is ft L S table the wall telephone, more. Coburn's house, Next, the man lighted a cigarette, asked the operator. shielded the flame of the match in Co work. Miss me offenpn ee cauls rl Uy, resa L'TY He looked to la ant modes ? he Miss .ike Soldies jntists to i search 1 talking. Want to ie movie tonight?" emed to hesitate and he head sharply, lips parted, Nick le Lali Dawn Ah, SCBOOl gall e be-rg- and at his watch time and then out Into the After a time he rose and SCHOOL ofi strength through his body i C I new drinking t voice came. of you to on the e- - think of me, i don. But I dont think I a with you tonight sory," he said genially it Ms brows gathered. At Utah C. Kefinir: ps." and Utah l reiver clicked up and he from instrument away is First thoughtfully. 1 contains Brandon, wot the ! 4wl t word 13 was spoken with to rd ERRILt ,0fy e l Nicholas Brandon. "as thinking of the ,as to confront Ben hat tliln r hours. I0UI15 man was in hF he crew came in to sup. comotive had shunted P from Hoot ,, and .. 'ft the the veneer rd along 8teel had 1 oinS aP at once. drl'-nout from i twenty-fou- 'e s Dawn be- added thrill Presence Ben rect- - a; rhnoon a it of tbe.last at wihrIS tra td (!, rtV !?. l ; h' and rP ' haw 1 nd broil' blood 't imf I01 S e, con- Were 6nSase r bon . p!l ycr of .roductl'" car. eyP3 exPressloa a'I)arent tndilTer- - AWed . ne floor slowly, it Bass Ml timber Da y. chapter was Planning, and by the fioe it was evident that food for no man . . . 18 ft1 a though ' Colons City, eh?" he said . . No excuse. . ho e wife nans hw ke Jammer Into ' wmepfast- Ab,e - in the ,0 can? trUn'llod do"'n to STL!-- ? flock ,ot a loaS day." aml flre- sunnraV 8ny ,larker- - Hf', price jura hr BATfflPfk jor sbatc; nt t0 take 'of bavin' ZSZ 1 5 m f wb. .tlnd boon 7 7 J"' - shanty until Soon ,ln1 lf'rt. 7"r 11 again p In. "ttwith 8 fURS- th lie i Ben replied lightly. Sure you can make It?" As sure as a man can be." I sure hope so, Ben. Guess you know by now that Im pulling for you in this scrap. But Ive got to hold you to your contract To the hour and letter of It. Tour friend Brandon has wired Into the house, it seems, offering any quantity of veneer stuff up to seventy thousand at ten dollars less than your contract calls for. Here's a wire shaking a telegram ordering me to hold you to your agreement and if youre late or short on scale to have Brandon load tomorrow. Its out of my hands, you see." Bens mouth tightened. "Well, it happens, weve ducked from under our geuial friend Brandon again. Yeah. Well whip saw Mr. Nick Brandon! Blackmore grinned and unbuttoned his coat He chuckled. He was glad. He was on Bens side for certain, and as he lit his pipe and commenced to talk, with an easing in his manner, a triumphant sort of peace descended on the shanty. But even as they visited, a slender figure, moving through the darkness with a slight limp, followed the Hoot Owl steel up the long grade that climbed from the siding. On the trestle this figure stood still In the cold quiet Then he dropped down the bank of the stream to where the crib work of the trestle stood, stoutly footed beneath the muck and water. For many minutes he was there, grunting occasionally, and when he climbed the bank again he trailed something carefully behind. . . , Across the bridge, now, he went, after more listening, and down again beneath the north end of the trestle. More grunting; pawlngs In the snow, hard prodding with a short steel bar. . . . And up again, trailing something carefully once t'e wor cupped hands and after the tobacco was burning applied the fire to a pair of other objects held tightly between thumb and forefinger. . . . He let them go and a pair of greenish sputters began crawling across the trestle . . . and the man was limping swiftly up the hill, over the crest, while the green sputters drew apart, one crossing the trestle toward its northerly end, the other moving In the opposite direction. It was twenty minutes later. Ben Elliott was pulling on his mackinaw, preparatory to going out with the first three cars of logs, when he stopped suddenly, one arm In its sleeve, as a jolt shook the building, rattling dishes and causing the door of the range oven to drop open with a hang. None In the place spoke; they looked at each other, faces set in puzzlement Again came a heavy jolt; a loud detonation, and a pan fell from Its shelf with a crazy clatter. No word, still. Without speaking they leaped for the doorway and emerged to see the crew spilling from the mens shanty to look and listen. Elaine Its dinnymite! Bird-Eycroaked hoarsely as he ran out. Dinnymite fer sure! Where, Benny b'y? looking earnestly Into Elliotts face. That's for ns to find out, Ben answered grimly and they followed him as he ran with long strides toward the direction from which the sound had come. Minutes later they came up to him, the fastest of them, as he stood motionless on the bank of the Hoot Owl, looking at the mass of twisted railroad steel and of ties that dangled from the swinging rails in ragged fringe; at the scattered remnants of crib work, at the piling standing splintered and awry and useless in the stream bed. Ben Elliotts bridge was gone. His way to the siding with his veneer logs, on the delivery of which hang the fate of the operation was blocked. No time remained to team them out, there was no other way to get them out except by steel. And ids steel was broken, twisted, useless. He turned to face them as they .rowded up, swearlrg and exclaiming in excited voices. he snapped to You, Houston! the camps boss. Get those standards off the main line. Bird Eye, start a fire here. You men you three there get a flra going on the other hank. You teamsters, tank to camp and dre--- jour donkejs. Bring axes, peavejs, skidding equipment. e Lively, now, everybody I A J"b of work coming up! Blackmore, whose win i was .'hurt, pantelbowed through the cio-'ding heavily. , b tlioro st, ke k k Tincup who had heard of the work going on. They left their sleig-and looked at the emergency treMlo and then stared at one another and shook their heads in amazement Things like that just didnt happen, they seemed to be thinking. Then came a battered cutter, with old Tim Jeffers driving alone, to see what was to be seen. Heard the shots in town last Come morn-inight, he told Able. I drove this way." The old justice nodded grimly. You guessed, then. Tim spit angrily. The lad was gettln too close to his mark to suit some folks, It seems. Seven oclock, and men staggered np the embankment bearing a rail. Five minutes later it rang and sang as the spike went home, and another, the last, was brought up. The gap was bridged, the Inst spikes were going In; the particular job was done, but tension screwed up and up, as a fiddle string is tightened. . . . s n It was seven-thirty- a locomotive and far , off screamed. ... The local 1" Blackmore gasped. Shes at Dixon. In a half hour, now. U 1, the boys licked A half hour I A half hour In which to move six standard cars laden with a heavy scale of saw logs over that grade! Two trips, Ben Elliott hnd" estimated it would take. Two trips for the leaking old locomotive to drag them the three miles to the siding and puff its way back and trundle the other three over the hill and down the slope. It was a half mile climb from river to summit with a better than four per cent grade. A good locomotive of even small tonnage might take them over at once; but not the old ruin that stood sending its plume of smoke Into the morning air up the track yonder. And if those logs were not put down for the train even now screaming Its way toward the siding, Ben Elliott was beaten. ne straightened, flinging away bis maul, saw the last nut tightened on the final fish plate and then, holding up both hands, face fixed toward the locomotive with Its string of cars waiting nround the bend and up the hill to the northward, he began to run. Holding them there? When the trestle was ready? Men wondered why, audibly, excitedly, stirred from their weariness by this strange move. Instead of them on, Elliott was holding them back I high-ballin- g CHAPTER VII 'TNIE cars of veneer logs were coupled, their air hoes dangling, because the Hoot Owl never boasted air brakes for its trains. The locomotive panted asthmatically and leaking steam trailed off into the forest. Mclver, the engineer, stood beside his car, wiping his hands slowly on a ball of waste and his fireman hung out the gangway as Ben came running up. ail You'H have to take em over at once," Elliott panted. "Localll be there in . . . fifteen minutes! If theyre not at the siding in time for the local, we lose! Youve got to run for it, Sfac, and pick up enough speed going down to carry you over. Mclver rolled the waste and eyed "wfev his employer. Then he shook his Her Eyes Followed Just One Fig- head slowly. Tough luck for you ! he said. ure; That of Ben Elliott But with that rotten steel on a Ben Elliott Commanding, resource- cold mornin, and no telling what that trestle'll do when weight hits ful, a human dynamo, he was. He shook his head again Shortly after midnight the sup- it . . . ply team drove up from camp, the and looked Elliott in the eye. "I So's the cook drew back blankets which had got kids, he said simply. covered Its burden, commenced put- fireman." Some of the irate glare which ting generous pieces of steaming steak between slices of bread and had been in Bens face dwindled. the cook poured coffee from huge He, too, stared briefly down the pots for the men who swarmed track. I Kids, yes," he said softly. around the sleigh. man with kids to try a ask cant woods in the decks to the Back went the locomotive; down it came It, Mac. No hard feelings. I'll take a shot myself. again, bearing more logs. These Teams clinked np, then, hordes were let down to a pile which rose almost to the track level When it frost covered. Ben surveyed the was three feet higher nearly half crowd that pressed about the engine and swung up to the step. the work would be finished. the through Workers staggered Tm going to take her over myIf I get across that snow bearing a steel rail It went self, he said. Into place; fish plates clattered; hump, with this load pushing me, Im not gowrenches set nuts and spikes put Ill need a brakeman. to ride. of to you ask anyone the rail secure on ties. ing do So when the locomotive, leaking Maybe we'll pile up. But if we alone I her cant to lumbered the stop top, old Joints, its get from steam with frot down with its next burden, the load- at the mill- - Without air, the pond. Into we'll of steel on go the this on out length set was er It in for the dollars of the task Theres fifty and began new track of the ravine, man wholl ride with me I" side far the in filling which They looked hard at him, and leaving a sluiceway through the waters of the stream gurgled then, almost In unison, their faces turned down the track. To watch and surged. Blackmore Joined Able and Dawn was to know what was In their on the bank where the firelight minds: the dangers of that curve, struck topaz lights from the snow. with rusty steel so cold, the probThe old justice turned an inquiring lematical strength of the trestle the night gaze on him and the buyer shrugged. they had built through Two oclock, he muttered. Hes Tlfty dollars . . . against a left to turn broken neck, Ben said and ld got less than six hours voice trembled a hit. ne drew h's the trick." watch. "Weve got eleven or twelve "It doesnt gpcrn humanly minutes to eatih the local . . Able said slowly. Black-mor. . Fifty dollar? I'U urge no man. I'u. beginning to think," Any . . and a long chance. that the man Hn't replied, human This thing wouldve stopped takers? No mnn moved for a moment most men I know without a try. Elliott!" Then, quite simply, without a word, But not his heavy sheepDaybreak found them throwing Tim Jeffers peoYd a pea ve v from a and took Into of place coat, load skin logs the last reman beside him and advanced. the pallid light of the early day ami Never mind the fifty, E'Mntt . . . vealed Elliotts face, drawn burned his I eyes crdor'evi It's my neck gaunt and dark. smiled, then. It seemed n Ben strangely brightly, is that the though tie w re so weary from efchance Ills only he must hate local'll he latP," Blackmore moaned fort and strain crl--that d had he not and cracked Able. to He till no word. s axes broad He unified. and o clock, ?jv whbh the t'es (miirg op to the mb as the saMy ..Imped the l'gs on HI ng nhe popped and strum commenced m would n t. aid up fr h.nd Mowing off. am! Hot. a at rarne a team I fr- m TO IK C. STIN'l ran wee Thc-- e another. It BRITISH BAKERS TO MAKE CRUSTLESS BREAD CLAIM Calculations showing that the worlds wheat surpluses would disappear, If each Individual consumed an extra slice of bread every day, can no longer be accepted as accurate now that London bakers have produced a loaf without any crust. Much of tlie cred.t for this accomplishment goes to the geniuses who made possible the transmission of electricity to bakeries and other Industrial plants. The new loaf Is baked by means of electrical current Inside the dough, which, it will readily be seen, Is Just the reverse of tlie old process of putting tlie dough In a hot oven and allowing the heat to penetrate the mass. It Is no less clear that all past estimates dealing with consumption of wheat will need correction when customers all over the world begin to demand crustless bread. For, as the British bakers point out, it will now be possible to make sandwiches without throwing the crust away. This, It Is true, has been possible all along, and there are not a few people who prefer and even Insist upon having their frankfurters and hamburgers served between slices of bread with the crust Intact But the practice In many home kitchens and quick-servicrestaurants has been to cut off the crust Indeed, many employees In these eating places have become expert in severing the crust from the rest of the slice, developing a technique that has elicited the admiration of all patrons. Persons interested In economics, In observing their speed and precision, have also reflected that the need for limitation of wheat acreage would be much greater If the crusts were saved. The London bakers do not explain In sufficient detail how this marvelous new loaf is made. They do not tell us how the current that passes through the middle of the dough is prevented from forming crust on the Inside Instead of the outside of the loaf of bread. 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