Then: "Who was the
other man, the man who came west on 205?"
"I hate to say it, Fred, but it was Hallock. We saw the wreck, all of
us, from the back platform of my car. Williams had just pulled us out on
the old spur. Just before Cranford shut off and jammed on his
air-brakes, a man ran down the track, swinging his arms like a madman.
Of course, there wasn't the time or any chance for me to identify him,
and I saw him only for the second or two intervening, and with his back
toward us. But the back looked like Hallock's; I'm afraid it was
Hallock's."
"But why should he weaken at the last moment and try to stop the train?"
queried Dawson.
"You forget that it was the special, and not the passenger, that was to
be wrecked."
"Sure," said the draftsman.
"I've told you this, Fred, because, if the man we saw were Hallock,
he'll probably turn up while you are at work; Hallock, with Judson at
his heels. You'll know what to do in that event?"
"I guess so: keep a sharp eye on Hallock, and make Judson hold his
tongue. I'll do both.
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