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Updated: May 3, 2025
"All set down there," whispered the detective, thus conveying to the others the realization that the derailer was in place to swerve the guiding wheels of the big locomotive of the "Lark" and send it crashing into the ditch, pulling and overturning the coaches with it. The horror of what might happen terrorized John for a moment. His body tingled and perspiration broke out on his forehead.
They heard "Red Mike" curse viciously as he missed hitting the spike and Gibson jerked his hand away a fraction of a second before the sledge would have smashed it against the rail. Four spikes were driven to hold the derailer. Then Gibson and "Red Mike" scrambled back into the gully, their figures hidden in the darkness.
The Southern Pacific superintendent knows all this and will bring the 'Lark' to a stop as close to the derailer on the track as he can. My detectives will be hidden all around. As the train pulls to a stop they'll close in and everything will be over." John gasped at the sheer audacity of the story as it fell from Gibson's lips.
"He'll put the derailer on the track so as to throw the cars over to the other side in that ditch." He squatted down behind the clump of bushes and the others followed his example. John looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to eight. "It's due here at 8:18," said the detective. "I'd give ten years of my bright young life for a cigarette," said Brennan, sighing heavily.
The cowcatcher of the locomotive, which stood panting like some frightened, trembling animal, was less than five feet from the derailer! He saw the engineer of the train lift his cap from his head and scratch his forehead with a finger as he contemplated how close his engine had been to destruction.
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