They'll be loaded
waiting for us; our men will be congregated in our dry-yard just off
Water Street near B, waiting for us to arrive with the rails--and
bingo--we go to it. After we drop the flats, we'll run the engine
back to the woods, leave it where we found it, return a-flying on the
velocipede, if it's there, or in my automobile, if it isn't there.
You can get back in ample time to superintend the cutting of the
crossing!"
"Spoken like a man!" quoth Buck Ogilvy. "You're the one man in this
world for whom I'd steal a locomotive. 'At-a boy!"
Had either of the conspirators known of Pennington's plans to
entertain Mayor Poundstone at dinner on Thursday night, it is
probable they would not have cheered until those flat-cars were out
of the woods.
CHAPTER XXIX
Mayor Poundstone and his wife arrived at the Pennington home in
Redwood Boulevard at six forty-five Thursday evening. It was with a
profound feeling of relief that His Honour lifted the lady from their
modest little "flivver," for once inside the Pennington house, he
felt, he would be free from a peculiarly devilish brand of
persecution inaugurated by his wife about three months previously.
Mrs. Poundstone wanted a new automobile. And she had entered upon a
campaign of nagging and complaint; hoping to wear Poundstone's
resistance down to the point where he would be willing to barter his
hope of salvation in return for a guarantee of peace on earth.
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