Now I remember another time I was called to go out on the old 1010, a tramp passenger engine which they used out of Needles to double head and help heavy passenger trains up the mountains, and the engineer was an extra man who had come there just a short time before off of the Great Northern at Minot, North Dakota, but I can’t think of his name just now. Well anyway we went over to the roundhouse to get the old 1010 ready for we were going to double head No. 8 out of Needles that night as she was an extra heavy train this trip, and old Tom Gallagher and his 1275 had to have help up to the top of Yampai mountain. But before the passenger engine herder came to take us over to the depot, I took a look in the fire box, and I noticed that several of the flues were leaking pretty bad, and then I told the hogger about them, then he took a look, after which he beat it into the roundhouse, and got hold of the night roundhouse foreman, and brought him out to the engine and let him see for himself just how bad she was leaking. Then the engineer told the foreman that the only way that we would take her out in that condition would be by order from the mechanical department, and the foreman says O.K. go ahead and if you have any trouble or delay, I will stand behind you and release you from all blame. So when we got over to the depot and coupled on ahead of the 1275, I put on the blower and kept her good and hot, with plenty of water in the boiler, and when we pulled out and got going, the hogger worked her pretty hard, and I kept a good hot fire in her. After we had gone several miles, the flues took up and stopped leaking, but the engineer seemed to be having trouble with her from some cause or other, for she was not working just right. And when we pulled up in the desert and stopped at Yucca for water, he told old Tom Gallagher about it, and old Tom says, well you go back and run the 1275 and I will run the old 1010 up as far as Kingman and see if I can locate the trouble, for this old girl used to be my regular engine, and I run her for four or five years. So after we pulled out of Yucca old Tom fussed around with her for a while, and by the time we reached Kingman she was working fine and pulling her share of the train. Old Tom told me while we were going from Yucca up to Kingman that he had pulled Death Valley Scotty’s special from Barstow to Needles with her, and that he had given old Death Valley Scotty and his bunch a ride for their lives, and that old Death Valley Scotty was such a hound for speed that he came over on the engine and rode with old Tom and his fireman and patted them on the back for the speed that they were making, and he was so tickled that he gave each one of them a twenty dollar gold piece.