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Having been further reduced by this process, it was finally passed through a pair of rollers, which gave it shape, and sent it out a complete rail, ready to be laid down on the line. Here Garvie took occasion to explain that steel rails, although very expensive, were now being extensively used in preference to iron rails, because they lasted much longer.
Nevertheless, the thoughts of John Marrot did wander a little that night to the carriage behind him in which were his wife and child, but this wandering of thought caused him to redouble rather than to relax his vigilance and caution. Will Garvie consulted the water-gauge for a moment and then opened the iron door of the furnace in order to throw in more coal.
"Why," replied Will Garvie, "they go to all the stations on the line, of course; some of 'em go to smash at once in cases of accidents, and all of 'em goes to destruction, more or less, in about fifteen or twenty years. We reckon that to be the life of a locomotive.
"Bless you, my darling," said Will, in a low thrilling voice, in which intense feeling struggled with the desire to make light of his misfortune; "God has sent a cordial that the doctors haven't got to give." "O William!" exclaimed Loo, removing the hair from his forehead but Loo could say no more. "Tell me, darling," said Garvie, in an anxious tone, "is father safe, and mother, and Gertie?"
By degrees the unwieldy mass of misshapen metal was pounded into a cylindrical form, and Will Garvie informed his friends that this was the beginning of the driving-axle of a locomotive. Pointing to several of those which had been already forged, each having two enormous iron projections on it which were afterwards to become the cranks, he said
"Father," said Leo, over whose face a deep crimson flush had spread, "surely you don't for a moment believe it?" "Believe it," replied John, "believe that my mate, Will Garvie, is a thief? I'd as soon believe that my Molly was a murderer!" The energetic driver here struck his fist so violently on the bed as to cause his wounded side an acute twinge of pain.
To realise it to the full you must stand on the engine with John Marrot and Will Garvie. Houses, fields, trees, cattle, human beings, go by in wild confusion they appear only to vanish. Wind is not felt in the carriages. On the Lightning you are in a gale. It reminds one of a storm at sea. The noise, too, is terrific.
"Well, good-evening, Gertie, good-evening," said Netta, turning to Garvie; "then I may tell my nurse that the engine-driver of the express will take care of her." "Yes, ma'am, you may; for the matter o' that, the fireman of the express will keep an eye on her too," said the gallant William, touching his cap as the two friends left that bright oasis in the desert and returned to Eden Villa.
"Then Garvie does not suspect him of being connected with the robberies?" he asked. "No," replied Blunt; "but he's a deep file is Davis, and could throw a sharper man than Garvie off the scent."
As a specimen of this smaller work, Will Garvie drew Mrs Marrot's attention to the fact that two vulcans were engaged in twisting red-hot iron bolts an inch and a half thick into the form of hooks with as much apparent ease as if they had been hair-pins.
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