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Updated: May 10, 2025
It was only when she put her shoulder to it and pushed with all her strength that she made an opening wide enough to squeeze through. There on the floor, lying just as he had fallen, was the old gate-tender, his unseeing eyes staring up into the semi-darkness. Nance looked at him in terror, then at the signal board and the levers that controlled the gates.
On the nearest ridge that gave an outlook to the north, a sentinel was stationed in the shade of a rocky out-cropping, ready to wheel and gallop back with a warning if any rode that way. When the horses were corralled and the gate closed, one man climbed upon the fence and gave orders. This horse was to be turned outside and the gate-tender swung open the barrier to let it through.
"You ain't aimin' to butt the engine clean offen the track, air yer?" Nance got his arm around her neck, and her arm around his knees, and thus entwined they made their way to the table. Uncle Jed Burks, uncle by courtesy, was a boarder by day and a gate-tender by night at the signal tower at the railroad crossing.
"We live over at Lake Sagatook that is, we don't zactly live there, but we're visiting Grandma Bell." "Oh, are you some of the little children staying at Mrs. Bell's house?" asked the gate-tender. "I heard she had company. I know her well, but I don't often get a chance to see her. So you're her company." "She's our grandma," explained Russ.
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