When Big Bob waited

Big Bob woke up late in the hut next to the Colton station building where he had been lying. How long he had actually slept, he did not know. But he felt like he had had enough sleep.

He got up rubbing his eyes, stretched out, and started inches where he was. Suddenly he shuddered.

The memory awoke and he remembered that he was about to travel.

After all, he had to meet in San Diego to meet his master, Master Bert, who had traveled his way with three robbers or Mexican adventurers who must have had to do with five boxes that had been confiscated, probably stolen.

Aware of this attention, he hurried out. A whistling spring wind blew from the sea. It blew so that Big Bob could barely stand.

But what time was it? How much time might have been left before the evening train came to San Diego? And why didn’t a glimpse of light appear in the station room?

In the real downpour, Big Bob finally cruised to the station bridge next to the guard headquarters. But as he lowered his hand to get in, he noticed the door was in double lock.

This was already too much for as peaceful nature as Big Bob had. – Something had happened here that went beyond his comprehension – it still didn’t have to be a very difficult puzzle to solve, because, as has been said before, Big Bob was always more of a man of action than a thinker. This quality, which in many respects is very valuable to the man in his position, made him act on it even now.

First, relatively cautiously, soon as he began to pound the closed door harder and harder. And finally he heard someone coming from inside.

The door opened suddenly, and the man in the red nightgown and the night, holding a consonant in his hand, roared in a voice that did not sound very benevolent:

– What do you mean by fiery mirror? What is it about? Is the fire off or…?

– How much longer do we have to wait for the evening train to San Diego?
Paused Big Bob quite tonally.
– What evening train?

– The one that goes 8.27.

– Yesterday?

– Not today.

– What do you say? You mean tomorrow?

Big Bob’s thought machine began to whine. ”He scratched his fire-colored short-haired head, pushed quite resolutely into the night-time man, and closed the door behind him as he stepped into a drier place after that.

– I apologize! he said as gentlemanly as he could. – I don’t think we understand each other. – I should travel to San Diego on tonight’s train. I’ve been waiting in that shed since morning. And then I hear that today’s evening train won’t go until tomorrow. – You have to admit, sir, that facts and opportunities like this may seem inexplicable. – That’s why I just want to know now that the first train to San Diego is coming here. Because that’s what I’m going for.

Now it was the turn of the nightgown guard to look stunned. He measured the large body of the man from head to toe and the measurement did not seem to prompt him to try throwing out. – But maybe with good words and beautiful speeches you could get some results. So the guard replied cautiously, either because the giant was standing in front of him and could do something, or maybe because he thought he had lost some screw in his head.

– I’m waiting for the next train to San Diego in four hours. However, it is not an evening, but a morning train. Today’s or rather yesterday’s evening train left here at 8.27 as usual, it means to say, exactly 9.15, i.e. belated, this time due to atmospheric disturbances, more specifically due to a hurricane and strong volcanic eruptions in central and northern Lower California.

Big Bob didn’t understand a bit. – Instead of leaving and letting the watch go to continue sleeping, Big Bob sat on a bench in a cramped waiting room. Squeezing his strong hands together, he said:

– I was on today’s train tonight. The trip is very important, I should meet with my commander, Sheriff Bert Brand, of Arizona, who should…

– Stop a little! Is your name Bob!

– Big Bob or Bob Brown, how do you tolerate that.

– Then I have an e-mail for you. It was the last one that came before the line broke.

The man with his secret lanterns, revolvers, and night hats disappeared and Big Bob was left sitting in the dark. Time and time again he scratched his head and he seemed to have done a lot and many things that went beyond his understanding.

– Look here, said the guard when he returned with the paper in his hand. – Here’s an email.

And Big Bob read in the light of the lantern he was holding in front of the astonishing giant.

“Bob!

Continue to Coronado Beach! Prisoners have slipped across the border.

Bert. ”

Rubbing the paper between his giant fingers, he said, looking at the watchman:

– When did this come?

– The time is marked in the upper corner.

Big Bob read: 7.45 ip – He picked up his watch. It was fifteen over two.

– I guess it’s night now? said Bob.

– So I guess, the guard replied.

– That’s when I slept for more than twelve hours.

– Congratulations! For so long, I have not slept in one go all my life.
You will be forgiven if I go to continue my sleep.
– You can do it, sir. – But I’m sitting here waiting. This time I go along, though I should be in control all night.

This was the greatest self-denial to which Bob had ever submitted. – With a radiant martyr’s look, he sank back to sit on a hard bench. And the guard let him be. If the man may not have been quite full in the spiritual relationship, then he did not seem to be downright dangerous to society.

Despite self-denial, it didn’t take long before Big Bob’s basic character settled down and demanded a change in the decision.

Not happy to sit in a dark waiting room awake waiting for a train when both body and soul can come up with something better. And what was better on this occasion than to straighten yourself on a long bench? You might be waiting for a train like that.

Bob followed this temptation.

But just as he was about to enter the world of dreams, he heard the lock on the sand-side door leading to the station bridge crackle. He woke up perfectly when the door quietly opened and a jet of water thrown by the violent air hit his face.

There was a whispering sound:

– Careful!… He has a cashier up there .. Here’s a lantern!
I’ll stay here. Get it done… He already has a cash register tomorrow.
Big Bob quietly pulled out his revolver.

He saw another man walking, lighting the lantern in front of him the same way as the watchman had just left.

In the same blink of an eye, he grabbed the remaining throat at lightning speed, held him with his straight hand, opened the door to the station bridge, tossed the prisoner to the ground like a wet rag, and carried him well tied again on the same bench where he himself had just fallen asleep.

Just then there was a shot and loud noises from the upper floor.

The burglar with his lanterns crashed down – but on the last step step received such a blow from Big Bob that he twisted like a ball along the floor of the waiting room directly under the bench on which his comrade had been placed. – Then Bob shouted to the paralyzed family:

– All clear, good people… If there are more, they will get even hotter here. For now I must watch.

The guard came down once more. He held a smoky revolver in his hand and could barely speak of the horror.

– How did it go? Where did they go?

“There,” said Big Bob, yawning and pointing both above and below the bench. – Greet the lady and the children that they can go to sleep in peace, because that is the best you can find. At least I don’t know anything better.

The guard approached both unconscious and gently lit them with his lantern. Bob also looked and exclaimed suddenly:

– There’s a villain who slipped with a revolver box from “The Burning Sun.” And the other is definitely not better than the hittens.

– Just wake me up now when the train arrives. Those I’ll take with me as luggage .