Charles E. Van Loan

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Charles E. Van Loan The Flight of the Coyote Special (1910)

If the mountain divisions could deliver the goods and snake the Coyote into La Junta within the forty-six-hour schedule, the balance compounds across Kansas could be depended on for the rest.
Between sunset and sunrise the Coyote streaked across Arizona, a night of fighting against heavy grades. The small Arizona towns flickered by the windows of the Pullman like a hatful of sparks tossed out into a gale, and Division Superintendent Gibson held his watch in his hand most of the night.
Gibson is a great railroad man; nothing surprises him. Nothing gets a rise out of him.
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Charles E. Van Loan The Flight of the Coyote Special (1910)

Like most of the men east of La Junta, he had never heard of Walter Scott, and had not the faintest idea as to why the run was being made. He had heard, in a hazy way, that the man who bought the train was a mining millionaire.
At the same time, Scott came in from the engine, stripped to his shirt and trousers, and sat down.
"Well," said the trainmaster, "what kind of dash-blank fool is it that's hiring this train? What's his idea?"
Scotty winked. I said that, so far as I could judge, the idea was to get to Chicago as soon as possible.
"Man must be crazy," said the train-master.
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Charles E. Van Loan The Flight of the Coyote Special (1910)

Scotty came rolling in from Barstow, stripped to the waist, and working on the engine with Finley, the crack driver of the division. With his usual blast of trumpets, he announced that he was going over to Chicago in forty-five hours.
The Santa Fe was annoyed. The record of the Peacock Special, which had made the fastest time over the road, east bound, was fifty-seven hours and fifty-six minutes; and that was railroading to any man who knows what the Santa Fe grades are like in California, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado.
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