d for an hour yet. Pat, if you're game, I'll run it."
"Holy smoke," mused Pat Francis, who would have run the river without any bridge at all if so ordered. "They told us to deliver the goods, didn't they?"
"We might as well be starting, Pat," suggested Jerry MacElroy, who deprecated losing good time." There'll be plenty of time to talk after we get into Denver, or the Mattaback."
"Think quick, Pat," urged Sinclair; his safety was popping murder.
"Back her up, then, and let her go," cried Francis; "I'd just as lief have that baggage-car at the bottom of the river as on my hands any longer."
There was some sharp tooting, then the McWilliams Special backed; backed away across the meadow, halted, and screamed bard enough to wake the dead. Georgie was trying to warn the section-men. At that instant the door of the baggage-car opened and a sharp-featured young man peered out.
"What's the row — what's all this screeching about, conductor?" he asked, as Francis passed.
