Whispering Smith

Whispering Smith

News of the wreck at Smoky Creek reached Medicine Bend from Point of Rocks at five oclock. Sinclair, in person, was overseeing the making up of his wrecking train, and the yard, usually quiet at that hour of the morning, was alive with the hurry of men and engines. In the trainmasters room of the weather-beaten headquarters building, nicknamed by railroad men The Wickiup, early comerssleepy-faced, keen-eyed trainmenlounged on the tables and in chairs discussing the reports from Point of Rocks, and among them crew-callers and messengers moved in and out. From the door of the big operators room, pushed at intervals abruptly open, burst a blaze of light and the current crash of many keys; within, behind glass screens, alert, smooth-faced boys in shirt sleeves rained calls over the wires or bent with flying pens above clips, taking incoming messages. 2 At one end of the room, heedless of the strain on the division, press despatches and cablegrams clicked in monotonous relay over commercial wires; while at the other, operators were taking from the despatchers room the train orders and the hurried dispositions made for the wreck emergency by Anderson, the assistant superintendent. At a table in the alcove the chief operator was trying to reach the division superintendent, McCloud, at Sleepy Cat; at his elbow, his best man was ringing the insistent calls of the despatcher and clearing the line for Sinclair and the wrecking gang. Two minutes after the wrecking train reported ready they had their orders and were pulling out of the upper yard, with right of way over everything to Point of Rocks. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 29572
Author: Spearman, Frank H. (Frank Hamilton)
Release Date: Aug 2, 2009
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Wyeth, N. C. (Newell Convers), 1882-1945