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Several men passed through the train, the conductor in the lead. Each man slyly glanced at the minister, but said nothing. The train sped on its way through the town. Now, Wilson is the place where through passengers change cars and board North-bound trains from the far South.
As we went by we tried to look as though we had beaten so many vessels that we'd lost all interest in racing, and at the same time we were all dancing on our toes to think what a vessel we had under us. It was that passage we held the north-bound Savannah steamer for seven hours.
"A very foolish young man to treat me so when I am still your best friend." "Here comes the north-bound train. You hop aboard and go on back to New York." Seething with rage, I caught Penton Baxter by the arm and thrust him up the steps.... Next morning came a letter from Darrie, from the Martha Washington. We were the talk of the town, she told us.
Thrice weekly a train composed of an assortment of ramshackle and dilapidated coaches, called by courtesy the Orient Express, which maintained an average speed of fifteen miles an hour, left Bucharest for Vincovce, a small junction town in the Banat, where it was supposed to make connections with the south-bound Simplon Express from Paris to Belgrade and with the north-bound express from Belgrade to Paris.
"Had I not better buy your ticket back to New York? The north-bound train meets this one. I suppose we are waiting for it now " I stopped, conscious of her impatience. Her face flushed brightly: "Yes; I think it best. I have embarrassed you too long already " "Don't say that!" I muttered. "I I shall be deadly bored without you." "I am not an entertainer, only a stenographer," she said, curtly.
He wanted to get away and have a good long sleep somewhere in the sun on the mesquit grass with his handkerchief over his face. Even a Mexican might have crossed his path in safety while he was in this mood. The Kid openly boarded the north-bound passenger train that departed five minutes later.
In one of these rumbling, swaying conveyances the boys rode the thirty miles to Philadelphia, crossing the Schuylkill at Gray's Ferry about noon. They had barely time for a bite of lunch in the White Horse Tavern before the horn was blown outside and they hurried to take their places in the north-bound coach.
I tried one of the north-bound at 8,000 feet; but the going was awkward. Then I went to 16,000. But Grille, the attendant back at the bridge, evidently had his finder on me, out of plain curiosity. He called me. "They'll chase you out of there," came his voice. "Nothing doing up there tonight. That's reserved. Didn't you know it?" I grinned at him.
Swinging to the left to avoid premature contact with the train, Mosby hurried his column in the direction of Berryville. On the way, he found a disabled wagon, part of the north-bound empty train, with the teamster and several infantrymen sleeping in it.
Swift had not heard yet all Tom's ideas of the proposed telescope and was full of eager questions. "Just how long do you think it will take to make your big disk, son?" asked Mr. Swift. "That is, if you find any more of the new material." "The meteorite is already on board a north-bound freight steamer," answered Tom, "and ought to get here within the next ten days.
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