aired woman came to the edge of the crowd, put her bucket and
scrubbing brush down, and asked what had happened.

"Drunk man under the engine," said one of the curious, snappishly. The
woman knew that Greene had passed out that way only a few moments ago.
She had given him a quarter and he had promised not to come back to her
again, and now she put her head down and ploughed through the crowd like
a football player.

"Hello Mag," said Greene, as the woman threw herself upon her knees
beside him. "Here's yer money--I won't get to spend it," and he opened
his clinched fist and there was the piece of silver that she had given
him.

The big policeman now renewed his request to have the man taken out, but
the foreman whispered something to him. "Oh! begorry, is that so? All
right, all right," said the officer.

"Am I delayin' traffic?" asked Greene of the foreman. "It takes a little
time to die ye know, but ye only have to do it onct."

"Have ye's anythin' to say?" asked the officer.

"Yes," said Greene, for his hatred for a policeman stayed with him to
the end, "ye can do me a favor."

"An' phot is it?"

"Jist keep your nose out of this business, an' don't speak to me again
till after I'm dead. Do ye mind that, ye big duffer?"

It was the first time in all his life when he could say what was on his
mind to a policeman without the dread of being arrested.

"Come closer, Mag--whisper, Dan. Here, you," said Greene to the foreman,
and that official bent down to catch the words which were growing
fainter every moment. "I'm goin' to die. Ye mind the time ye kicked me
out at the round-house? Well, ye don't need to say; I mind, an' that's
sufficient. I swore to git even with the Burlington for that. I hated
George Cowels because he married a woman that was too good fur 'im,--she
was too good for me, for that matter. Well, when he went back on the
Brotherhood and took his old engineer's job I went to this man Moran
and offered to blow the engine up, and he put me out of his room. I then
put the dynamite on the engine myself an' Moran followed me and took it
off, and saved Cowels's life, prevented me from becoming a murderer, and
went to jail. Good-by, Mag. Give me your hand Dan, old man. Back up."

The old engineer nodded to the foreman, who signalled the man on the
engine, and the great wheel moved from above the body. More than one man
turned his back to the machine. The woman fainted. Moran had covered the
eyes of th