until seven o'clock instead of having to roll out at five o'clock,
which would be the case if they spent the night at this end of the
line. If they do not stay at our logging-camp, the mogul will stay
there, provided my woods-foreman lends them my velocipede. The
fireman would prefer that to firing that big mogul all the way back
to Sequoia."

"Yes," Buck agreed, "I think he would."

"There is a slight grade at our log-landing. I know that, because the
air leaked out of the brakes on a log-train I was on a short time
ago, and the train ran away with me. Now, the engine-crew will set
the airbrakes on the mogul and leave her with steam up to throb all
night; they'll not blow her down, for that would mean work firing her
in the morning. Our task, Buck, will be to throw off the airbrakes
and let her glide silently out of our log-landing. About a mile down
the road we'll stop, get up steam, run down to the junction with the
main line, back in on the Laurel Creek spur, couple on to those flat-
cars and breeze merrily down to Sequoia with them. 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!"