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There were few travelers in the observation car, and for a while nothing broke the silence but the clamp and rush of the wheels on the down-grade, then the man with a camera entered and came down the aisle as far as the new passenger's chair. "I hope you'll excuse me," he said, "I'm Daniels, representing the Seattle Press, and I thought you would like to see this story go in straight."
He left it there so's to get rid of it, like most of 'em do. I wouldn't buy one of them boxes of " The brakeman suddenly ceased talking, and put both hands on the passenger's shoulders with the movement peculiar to train-men whose duty it is to rouse sleeping passengers, the effect always being to make the victim throw his head slightly backward.
Why, y' see, ma'm, we'll have to break a fresh trail if that dogone holler ain't one o' them bottomless muskegs," he added thoughtfully. He flicked his whip and spat again. His passenger's voice rose to a sharp staccato. "Then for goodness' sake why go on?" she demanded. "Wal, y' see, you can't never tell till you get ther' in these hills.
"Eighty miles from Crowsfoot. That's how the boss said, anyways." "How far have we come now?" The man laughed. There seemed to be something humorous in his passenger's inquiries. "Crowsfoot to Snarth's farm, thirty-five miles, good. Snarth's to Rattler Head, thirty. Sixty-five. Fifteen into this precious camp on Yellow Creek. Guess we bin comin' along good since sun-up, an' now it's noon.
It was nearly eight o' clock; it would be an hour yet before the coach stopped at the next station for supper; the passengers were drowsily nodding; he closed his eyes and fell into a deeper sleep, from which he awoke with a start. The coach had stopped! "It can't be Three Pines yet," said a passenger's voice, in which the laziness of sleep still lingered, "or else we've snoozed over five mile.
"In the bed where I was put till last night. This morning early " he hesitated. "Don't lie! Where were ye?" "In a passenger's room, under a bed. When the passengers came aboard I had to get out." "How did ye get here?" This met with silence. Quite suddenly the Chief recognised the connivance of the crew, perhaps, or of a kindly stewardess. "Who told you this was my cabin?"
That is what he thought at 8:00 A.M. as he heard the king's anthem playing at a distance from a passenger's radio. That was what he thought, and yet had the moment been different he would have thought differently. He knew that what he was, what he claimed to be, was merely from being in the particular situation where he found himself.
They drove horizontally while Graham clambered back to the passenger's place out of the lash of the wind. And then came a swift rush down, with the wind-screw whirling to check their fall, and the flying stage growing broad and dark before them. The sun, sinking over the chalk hills in the west, fell with them, and left the sky a blaze of gold. Soon men could be seen as little specks.
We also transferred one coop, with as many fowls as it would conveniently accommodate, to the cutter; and I made free with a very handsome swinging-cot which I found in the captain's cabin, also for our passenger's use, together with a good stock of bedding.
In one place a crag of huge size presented its gigantic bulk, as if to forbid the passenger's farther progress; and it was not until he approached its very base that Waverley discerned the sudden and acute turn by which the pathway wheeled its course around this formidable obstacle.
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