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A few minutes later the locomotive came back, sounding four long blasts and one short one on its whistle, as a recall signal for the rear flagman. It was coupled on, and some one waved a lantern, with an up-and-down motion, from the rear of the train, as a signal to go ahead. The engineman opened the throttle, and the great driving wheels spun round furiously; but the train refused to move.
Then, apparently, he started directly for the station. He was going very fast the flagman at the Carol Street crossing says he saw the car pass. He knew the siren. Along somewhere in the dark stretch between Carol Street and the depot he evidently swerved suddenly perhaps some one in the road and went full into the side of a freight. We found it there last night."
Car after car approached, every second one bearing a flagman re-signalling to the cab as the train took the short curves of the cañon and entering the gorge rolled slowly beneath the Cat's Paw over the prostrate granite. The trackmen parted only long enough to give way to the advancing cars. The locomotive steamed gingerly along. In the gangway stood a small, broad-hatted man, Morris Blood.
Evans," he hailed, as he recognized the regular flagman on duty for whom Wacker had been substituting for three days past. "Glad to see you back. Are you all well?" "Eh? oh, young Stirling. Say, you've had a fire. I hear your father was burned." "He is quite seriously hurt," answered Bart gravely. "Too bad. I have troubles of my own, though." "What is the matter, Mr. Evans?"
"Dom me if it ain't me ould fri'nd Neale!" exclaimed a familiar voice. And there stood Casey, with the same old grin, the same old black pipe. Neale's first feeling of pleasure at seeing the old flagman was counteracted by one of dismay at the possibility of coming in contact with old acquaintances. It would hurt him to meet General Lodge or any of the engineers who had predicted a future for him.
And if you dare to say it wouldn't be conventional I'll I'll jump!" A uniformed flagman, with his flag and a handful of torpedoes swung from the platform and started up the track. "What's the trouble up in front?" asked the girl as Endicott assisted her to the ground. "Cloud busted back in the mountains, an' washed out the trussle, an' Second Seventy-six piled up in the river."
One bit at the other, and his mate squealed and stamped. They were young mules and full of "ginger"; yet their driver had carelessly left them standing unhitched in the road. Fred gave another glance at Ruth and kept on running. The engineer suddenly whistled for the return of the flagman.
He could afford to wait, as it would be some hours before another train would be in. There was no door to open in that "carriage." It was all door except the top and bottom, and the pretty passenger was neither helped nor hindered in finding her place on the back seat. If the flagman was more disposed to ask questions than to answer them, Michael said few words of any kind except to his horse.
He might go, he thought, the following spring to Siberia himself, perhaps to stay this man that feared the wind he had had a good offer. The cap was a present. The two men went out and she was left alone. A flagman, hat in hand, passed through the car. The shock of the engine coupler striking the buffer hardly disturbed her reverie; for her the night meant too much.
"Mah reg'lar run," continued the porter, insensible to the glories of the distant sky, "is f'm Chicago to Council Bluffs." A flagman hurried past. Kate courageously pointed: "Are those the Rocky Mountains, please?" He halted only to look at her in astonishment. "Yes'm." But she was bound he should not escape: "How far are they?" she shot after him.
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