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But
evidently
it
had
been
decreed
that
Presley
should
be
stopped
at
every
point
of
his
ride
that
day
,
for
,
as
he
was
pushing
his
bicycle
across
the
tracks
,
he
was
surprised
to
hear
his
name
called
.
“
Hello
,
there
,
Mr
.
Presley
.
What
’
s
the
good
word
?
”
Presley
looked
up
quickly
,
and
saw
Dyke
,
the
engineer
,
leaning
on
his
folded
arms
from
the
cab
window
of
the
freight
engine
.
But
at
the
prospect
of
this
further
delay
,
Presley
was
less
troubled
.
Dyke
and
he
were
well
acquainted
and
the
best
of
friends
.
The
picturesqueness
of
the
engineer
’
s
life
was
always
attractive
to
Presley
,
and
more
than
once
he
had
ridden
on
Dyke
’
s
engine
between
Guadalajara
and
Bonneville
.
Once
,
even
,
he
had
made
the
entire
run
between
the
latter
town
and
San
Francisco
in
the
cab
.
Dyke
’
s
home
was
in
Guadalajara
.
He
lived
in
one
of
the
remodelled
’
dobe
cottages
,
where
his
mother
kept
house
for
him
.
His
wife
had
died
some
five
years
before
this
time
,
leaving
him
a
little
daughter
,
Sidney
,
to
bring
up
as
best
he
could
.
Dyke
himself
was
a
heavy
built
,
well
-
looking
fellow
,
nearly
twice
the
weight
of
Presley
,
with
great
shoulders
and
massive
,
hairy
arms
,
and
a
tremendous
,
rumbling
voice
.
“
Hello
,
old
man
,
”
answered
Presley
,
coming
up
to
the
engine
.
“
What
are
you
doing
about
here
at
this
time
of
day
?
I
thought
you
were
on
the
night
service
this
month
.
”
“
We
’
ve
changed
about
a
bit
,
”
answered
the
other
.
“
Come
up
here
and
sit
down
,
and
get
out
of
the
sun
.
They
’
ve
held
us
here
to
wait
orders
,
”
he
explained
,
as
Presley
,
after
leaning
his
bicycle
against
the
tender
,
climbed
to
the
fireman
’
s
seat
of
worn
green
leather
.
“
They
are
changing
the
run
of
one
of
the
crack
passenger
engines
down
below
,
and
are
sending
her
up
to
Fresno
.
There
was
a
smash
of
some
kind
on
the
Bakersfield
division
,
and
she
’
s
to
hell
and
gone
behind
her
time
.
I
suppose
when
she
comes
,
she
’
ll
come
a
-
humming
.
It
will
be
stand
clear
and
an
open
track
all
the
way
to
Fresno
.
They
have
held
me
here
to
let
her
go
by
.
”
He
took
his
pipe
,
an
old
T
.
D
.
clay
,
but
coloured
to
a
beautiful
shiny
black
,
from
the
pocket
of
his
jumper
and
filled
and
lit
it
.
“
Well
,
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
object
to
being
held
here
,
”
observed
Presley
.
“
Gives
you
a
chance
to
visit
your
mother
and
the
little
girl
.
”
“
And
precisely
they
choose
this
day
to
go
up
to
Sacramento
,
”
answered
Dyke
.
“
Just
my
luck
.
Went
up
to
visit
my
brother
’
s
people
.
By
the
way
,
my
brother
may
come
down
here
—
locate
here
,
I
mean
—
and
go
into
the
hop
-
raising
business
.
He
’
s
got
an
option
on
five
hundred
acres
just
back
of
the
town
here
.
He
says
there
is
going
to
be
money
in
hops
.
I
don
’
t
know
;
may
be
I
’
ll
go
in
with
him
.
”
“
Why
,
what
’
s
the
matter
with
railroading
?
”
