The Chase Part 32

Lofgren nodded without taking his eyes from the track ahead. "Just enough to make Reno. We can put in for coal and water there and take on a relay crew."

Bell realized that the race over the mountains had taken its toll on Lofgren and Long. He could see that the strain on body and mind had drained the staunch engineer, and the physical effort of maintaining steam on the steep grades had sapped the strength of the indefatigable fireman. It seemed evident to Bell that Cromwell's train crew must be worn out as well. He checked his watch and could only wonder if they had narrowed the gap.

"How long will it take to a.s.semble another crew?" Bell asked.

"As long as it takes to coal and water the tender," replied Lofgren. Then he smiled wearily, revealing a set of crooked teeth, and added, "Providing we're lucky and one happens to be standing by."

"I'm grateful to you both," Bell said sincerely. "You did a heroic job getting over the Sierras. You must have set a record."

Lofgren pulled out his big Waltham railroad watch with its locomotive engraved on the back of the case. "Indeed," he laughed. "We shaved eight minutes off the old record set by Marvin, me, and Adeline Adeline six months ago." six months ago."

"You love this engine, don't you?" said Bell.

Lofgren laughed. "Take all the Atlantic locomotives ever put on rails: they're the finest in the world, all built exactly the same, with identical dimensions and construction. Yet, every one is different-like people, they all have diverse personalities. Some can run faster than the others, with the same steam pressure. Some are finicky while others are jinxed, always having bad luck with repair problems. But Adeline, Adeline, she's a sweetheart. No whims; never cranky, eccentric, or ill-tempered. Treat her like a lady and she's like a thoroughbred mare that wins races." she's a sweetheart. No whims; never cranky, eccentric, or ill-tempered. Treat her like a lady and she's like a thoroughbred mare that wins races."

"You make her sound almost human."

"Adeline may be a hundred seven tons of iron and steel, but she's got a heart." may be a hundred seven tons of iron and steel, but she's got a heart."

They were nearing Reno, and Lofgren pulled the whistle cord to announce his intention of switching to the siding for coal and water. He eased back on the throttle to slow the locomotive. The switchman threw the switch lever to link the tapering rails, as he had done for Cromwell's train earlier. Then he waved a green flag to alert Lofgren that the siding was open.

Even before Adeline Adeline rolled to a stop, Bell had jumped from the cab and took off running across the railyard to the depot, which looked like a thousand other small-town depots across the nation. It was characterized by wooden slat walls, arched windows, and a peaked roof. The loading platform was empty, giving Bell the impression that no pa.s.senger trains were due to stop there anytime soon. rolled to a stop, Bell had jumped from the cab and took off running across the railyard to the depot, which looked like a thousand other small-town depots across the nation. It was characterized by wooden slat walls, arched windows, and a peaked roof. The loading platform was empty, giving Bell the impression that no pa.s.senger trains were due to stop there anytime soon.

He stepped inside, past the freight-and-ticket office, and stopped at the telegrapher's small room. Two men were in the middle of a deep conversation when he walked in. It struck him that their faces looked serious and grim.

"I beg your pardon," said Bell, "I'm looking for the stationmaster."

The taller of the two men stared at Bell for a moment before nodding. "I'm the stationmaster, Burke Pulver. What can I do for you?"

"Has a train come through with only one freight car in the last ten hours heading east?"

Pulver nodded. "They were stopped on the siding for two hours while two express trains carrying relief supplies for the San Francisco earthquake victims rolled through."

"They were delayed two hours?" said Bell, suddenly feeling optimistic. "How long ago did they leave?"

Pulver glanced up at the Seth Thomas clock on the wall. "About four and a half hours ago. Why do you ask?"

Bell identified himself and briefly explained his chase of Cromwell.

Pulver stared Bell in the eye. "You say that freight car was carrying the notorious Butcher Bandit?"

"He was on it, yes."

"If only I had known, I'd have told the sheriff."

The time gap was less than Bell had dared hope. "Do you have a relay crew available? Mine is worn out, after their record run over the Sierras."

"Who's your crew?"

"Lofgren and Long."

Pulver laughed. "I might have known those two would try to beat their own record." He studied a blackboard on one wall. "I have a crew on hand." He paused. "I thought there was something funny about that train. Reno is a relay stop for just about every train going either east or west. Highly unusual, not taking on a relay crew. Your bandit won't get far with an engineer and fireman who are used up."

Bell looked down at the telegrapher, a bald-headed man with a green visor perched on his forehead and garters on his s.h.i.+rtsleeves. "I'd like to alert lawmen in the towns ahead to stop the train and seize the bandit, whose name is Jacob Cromwell."

The telegrapher shook his head. "No can do. The lines are down. I can't get a message through to the east."

Bell said, "I'll lay money Cromwell is cutting the lines."

Pulver studied a large blackboard on another wall that showed the trains scheduled to pa.s.s through Reno. "I'll have a crew for you in twenty minutes. You should have a clear run until you reach Elko. After that, I hope you'll find the telegraph in operation or you'll run the risk of colliding with a train traveling west."

"In that case," Bell said cynically, "I'll have the satisfaction of knowing Cromwell collided with it first."

44.

ADELINE WAs. .h.i.tTING HER STRIDE ON THE FLAT, open stretch of track. She was touching ninety miles an hour, roaring across trestles over dry gulches, flying through small towns, and hurtling past signals indicating open track ahead. The telegraph poles running alongside the track swept by in a confused blur. Gray smoke tinged with sparks and cinders spewed from the stack, streaming back in a horizontal cloud over the cab and flattened by the head-on rush of wind. WAs. .h.i.tTING HER STRIDE ON THE FLAT, open stretch of track. She was touching ninety miles an hour, roaring across trestles over dry gulches, flying through small towns, and hurtling past signals indicating open track ahead. The telegraph poles running alongside the track swept by in a confused blur. Gray smoke tinged with sparks and cinders spewed from the stack, streaming back in a horizontal cloud over the cab and flattened by the head-on rush of wind.

A doleful, flaxen-haired descendant of the Vikings, Russ Jongewaard, sat in the engineer's seat, one hand on the throttle, while Bill Shea, a tall, humorous Irishman, shoveled coal into the firebox. After hearing from Bell that he was in a do-or-die attempt to capture the famed Butcher Bandit, they gladly came aboard to join the chase.

Lofgren and Long stayed aboard, too. "We're volunteering for the duration," said Lofgren. "With the four of us spelling each other, we won't have to stop for another relay crew."

Bell pitched in with the coal-shoveling duties. His thigh wound from Cromwell's bullet in Telluride had not completely healed, but as long as he didn't put too much weight on it there was little pain. His scoop held half as much coal as those that Long or Shea pitched in the firebox, but he made up for it with two shovels to their one.

The two Southern Pacific firemen took turns keeping an eye on the water gauge and watching the steam gauge, making sure it showed their fire was burning well and the engine was operating at just under two hundred pounds of steam pressure, within a hair of the redline mark. They studied the smoke coming from the stack. When it started to go from gray to clear, they added more coal. When it turned black, it meant the fire was too thick and they had to ease off.

A compet.i.tion, unchallenged and unspoken, developed between Lofgren and Jongewaard, but it did not go unnoticed. Adeline Adeline may have shown the immense power of her machinery and the lightning speed of her churning drive wheels, but it was the strength and endurance of the men who drove her to her limits that set records across Nevada that day. The engineers had the bit in their teeth and worked hard to catch the train of the killer of so many innocent people. may have shown the immense power of her machinery and the lightning speed of her churning drive wheels, but it was the strength and endurance of the men who drove her to her limits that set records across Nevada that day. The engineers had the bit in their teeth and worked hard to catch the train of the killer of so many innocent people.

Seeing the semaph.o.r.e that signaled the track was clear beyond Elko, Lofgren kept the throttle against its stop as he swept past the depot at ninety-five miles an hour. People waiting on the platform for a pa.s.senger train stared aghast as Adeline Adeline shot by like an immense cannonball. shot by like an immense cannonball.

Fortunately, junctions were few and far between-a few spur lines running off the main track-so they kept up their rapid speed without slowing. Then agonizing slowdowns began to occur at the town of Wells, and again farther up the track at Promontory, to allow westbound relief trains through. The delays were utilized by taking on coal and water, but a total of eighty minutes was lost.

At each stop, Bell questioned the stationmasters about Cromwell's train. At Wells, the stationmaster told him that the engineer and fireman who had driven Cromwell's train from Oakland had been found by a section hand checking the ties and rails. He'd had them brought into town, barely able to stand because they were so fatigued and dehydrated. They had confirmed what Bell had feared: Cromwell had frequently ordered the train to stop so his hired gun could climb the poles and cut the wires.

"How are we doing?" asked Lofgren when Bell climbed back in the cab.

"The stationmaster said they pa.s.sed through three hours ago."

"Then we've picked up an hour and a half since Reno," Long said with a wide grin, knowing their untiring efforts were paying off.

"From here to Ogden, you'll have to keep out a sharp eye. Cromwell is cutting the telegraph wires. We'll be running blind, should we come upon a westbound train."

"Not a great threat," said Jongewaard. "The company won't risk sending trains down the main line if they can't contact stationmasters to set schedules. Still, we'll have to be on the alert, especially around turns where we can't see more than a mile ahead."

"How far to Ogden?" asked Bell.

"About fifty miles," replied Jongewaard. "We should make the station in about an hour."

WITH LOFGREN at the throttle, Adeline Adeline pulled into Ogden's Union Station forty-two minutes later. He was switched to the coal-and water-loading siding and brought the locomotive to a halt. Their routine was now well established. While Long and Shea loaded the coal and water, Lofgren and Jongewaard checked the engine and oiled the drive connectors and wheel bearings. Bell hurried into the big station and found the dispatcher's office. pulled into Ogden's Union Station forty-two minutes later. He was switched to the coal-and water-loading siding and brought the locomotive to a halt. Their routine was now well established. While Long and Shea loaded the coal and water, Lofgren and Jongewaard checked the engine and oiled the drive connectors and wheel bearings. Bell hurried into the big station and found the dispatcher's office.

A pudgy man sat at a desk, staring out the window at an arriving pa.s.senger train. His interest was particularly taken by the young pretty women who showed ankles when stepping down the Pullman car steps. Bell read the name on a small sign sitting on the front of the desk.

"Mr. Johnston?"

Johnston looked Bell's way and smiled a friendly smile. "Yes, I'm Johnston. What can I do for you?"

Bell ran through his story of chasing Cromwell for perhaps the sixth time since leaving San Francisco. "Can you tell me when the train came through?"

"Never came through," answered Johnston.

"Never came through your station?" Bell's thick eyebrows lifted toward his mane of blond hair.

"Yep," Johnston said, leaning back in his swivel chair and setting a booted foot on a pulled-out drawer. "They were switched onto the line heading north."

"How?" snapped Bell. "It was not a scheduled train."

"Some rich woman showed papers to the dispatcher at the junction up the track that said she had chartered a train with right-of-way clearance to Missoula, Montana."

"The bandit's sister," said Bell. "They're trying to reach the border and cross into Canada."

Johnston nodded in understanding. "The dispatcher checked with me on southbound trains. None was scheduled until tomorrow morning, so I told him to go ahead and allow the lady's train to travel north."

"When did this take place"

"A little less than two hours ago."

"I've got to catch that train," Bell said firmly. "I'd appreciate clearance to Missoula."

"Why not telegraph the sheriff in b.u.t.te to stop the train and take the bandit and his sister into custody?"

"I've tried to do that since leaving Reno, but Cromwell has cut every telegraph line between here and there. No reason for him to stop now."

Johnston looked stunned. "My G.o.d, he could have caused a head-on collision."

"Until he and his sister reach the Canadian border, they have nothing to lose, even if it means killing anyone who gets in their way."

Shocked understanding had come to Johnston. "Get that dirty coward," he said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I'll gladly give you clearance through to Missoula."

"I'm grateful for any help you can give," said Bell sincerely.

"What's your train number?"

"No train, only a tender and engine number 3455."

"What kind of engine?"

"A Baldwin Atlantic 4-4-2," answered Bell.

"She's a fast one. What about relay crews?"

"I have two crews who insist on sticking to the chase until we grab the bandit."

"In that case, all I can do is wish you luck." Johnston rose and shook Bell's hand.

"Thank you."

"Two hours is a h.e.l.l of a lead," said Johnston quietly.

"We gained two and a half since leaving Oakland."

Johnston thought a moment. "You've got a real chase on your hands. It will be close."

"I'll stop him," Bell said gamely. "I've got to stop him or he'll kill again."

45.

THERE WAS HOPE IN THE HEARTS OF THE MEN WHO sweated and toiled to drive Adeline Adeline over the rails. They had all risen up and reached beyond themselves to do the impossible. Men and women who worked the farms and ranches alongside the track stopped their labor and stared in surprise at the speeding lone locomotive that shrieked its whistle in the distance and thundered past beyond their sight in less than a full minute except for the lingering trail of smoke. over the rails. They had all risen up and reached beyond themselves to do the impossible. Men and women who worked the farms and ranches alongside the track stopped their labor and stared in surprise at the speeding lone locomotive that shrieked its whistle in the distance and thundered past beyond their sight in less than a full minute except for the lingering trail of smoke.

With Lofgren in the driver's seat, he pressed Adeline Adeline harder and harder until they swept over the border from Utah to Idaho at a speed of nearly one hundred miles an hour. Pocatello, Blackfoot, and Idaho Falls came and went. Stationmasters could only stand in shock and confusion, not able to comprehend a locomotive and tender that came out of nowhere with no advance warning and plunged past their depots at unheard-of speed. harder and harder until they swept over the border from Utah to Idaho at a speed of nearly one hundred miles an hour. Pocatello, Blackfoot, and Idaho Falls came and went. Stationmasters could only stand in shock and confusion, not able to comprehend a locomotive and tender that came out of nowhere with no advance warning and plunged past their depots at unheard-of speed.

Before they raced out of Ogden, Bell had procured a pile of blankets so the crews could catnap between s.h.i.+fts of driving the locomotive and feeding its boiler. At first, they found it impossible to sleep for short periods because of the clamor of the drive train, the hiss of steam, and the clatter of the steel wheels over the rails. But as exhaustion set in, they found it easier and easier to drift off until their turn came at the scoop and throttle again.

Except for quick stops for coal and water, Adeline Adeline never slowed down. At one stop, in Spencer, Idaho, Bell learned that they were only fifty minutes behind Cromwell's train. Knowing they were rapidly closing the distance inspired them to renew their efforts and work even harder. never slowed down. At one stop, in Spencer, Idaho, Bell learned that they were only fifty minutes behind Cromwell's train. Knowing they were rapidly closing the distance inspired them to renew their efforts and work even harder.

The mystery in Bell's mind was the report given him by the Spencer stationmaster. It seemed that the Southern Pacific main track stopped at Missoula, with only a spur that went another eighty miles to the small port of Woods Bay, Montana, on Flathead Lake.

"How do you read it?" Lofgren asked Bell after his place at the throttle was taken by Jongewaard.

"Cromwell must have found another crew after driving the engineer and fireman from Winnemucca half to death," said Bell.