The Night Operator

Regan reached the station, went down the platform, and disappeared as usual through the same door. A little perplexed, Noodles followed along the platform; but, a moment later,...

The way Beezer negotiated his mileage was simple. He'd swing the cab or pilot of the first train along in the direction, up or down, that he wanted to go--and that's how he happ...

A little cry burst from Toddles' lips--and his brain, cleared. He wasn't at Big Cloud at all--he was at Cassil's Siding--and he was hurt--and that was the sounder inside calling...

P. Walton was pretty sick. Nulty sat up all that night with him, laid off from his run the next day, and sat up with P. Walton again the next night. Then, having sent for Mrs. N...

Curiously enough, or perhaps naturally enough, Mrs. Beezer's cold-water attitude had precisely the opposite effect on Jimmy Beezer to that which she had intended it should have....

"Faith, Martin," she said, "sure I don't know at all, at all, what I'd be doing not seeing you around the house; but it's wondered I have often enough you've not picked out some...

There wasn't any jolly business or blowhard about the Kid. He meant what he said--he was going up. And as far as McGrew was concerned, he'd get along with McGrew. McGrew, or any...

Sammy Durgan's mind catalogued those in authority in Big Cloud in whose gift a job was, and he went over the list--but it did not take him long, as he had need to hesitate over...

For a week that's all they could make out of it, and then, with Regan scratching his head over it one day in confab with Carleton, the superintendent, it came more by chance tha...

Funny, the egg part of it? Well, perhaps. But the fire wasn't. True, they got it out with the help of the hand extinguishers before it did any serious damage, for Nulty had gone...

Nulty, the first man out from the mail train, found him there, and, wondering, his face set and grim, carried P. Walton to the express car. They made a mattress for him out of c...

It was still early spring when Owsley went to the new loop they were building around the main line to tap a bit of the country south, and the chinook, blowing warm, had melted m...

From below came the sharp tattoo of the sounder making the Angel Forks call, quick, imperative at first--then like a knell of doom, in frantic appeal, the despatchers' life and...

But Regan's cup, brimming as he held it to be, was not yet full. It was a pretty swell train, the Directors' Special, that the crowd sent off with a burst of cheering that laste...

THE NIGHT OPERATOR THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF JIMMIE DALE THE ADVENTURES OF JIMMIE DALE THE WIRE DEVILS THE SIN THAT WAS HIS THE BELOVED TRAITOR GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THE MIRA...

The gangway was clear again. There was life for it yet! The train was backing quickly now under the urgent, prodding bucks of the engine. Sammy Durgan mopped at his face, his ey...

An instant Flannagan stood motionless as one transformed from flesh to sculptured clay--then the glass slid from his fingers and crashed into tinkling splinters on the floor. Th...

"And--and if it hadn't been for Timmy O'Toole there," stuttered MacMurtrey, flirting away the sweat that stood out in great nervous beads on his face, "I--it makes me sick to th...

But everybody else knew, and they watched old Dan as the days went by, watched him somehow with a tight feeling in their throats, and kept aloof a little--because they didn't kn...

The fat little master mechanic's face went suddenly red--this was the last straw--_Noodles' godfather_! Regan had been catching more whispers than he had liked lately anent godf...

"He's the best hand with figures and his pen it's ever been my luck to meet," said Carleton, kind of speculatively. "Better than Halstead; a whole lot better. Halstead's going b...

"Good boy," said the fat little master mechanic. "Then I'll give it to you just the same. Martin's through in here; but he'll get a chance braking for Thornley. You'll run spare...