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Updated: May 28, 2025
Anxiously the two watched as they waited. Would the incline check them? "I don't see that they're slowing," Alex said somewhat nervously. "It won't tell until they are half way up the grade," declared the section-man. "But, get ready. We can't wait to see. "Go!" he cried. Running the car forward, they leaped aboard, and again were pumping with all their might.
Six hundred yards to the top." As they felt the resistance of the incline Alex began to weaken and gasp for breath. Grimly, however, he clenched his teeth, and fought on; and at last the section-man suddenly ceased working, and announced "Here we are. Let up." With a gasp of relief Alex dropped to a sitting position on the side of the car.
Alex sank down on the rough ore in a heap, gasping. The seasoned section-man, however, was on his feet and at the nearby hand-brake in a twinkle. Tightening it, he scrambled back over the bounding car to the next. Ten minutes later, screeching and groaning as though in protest, the runaways came to a final stop.
"Hit it up!" cried the section-man. With every muscle tense they whirled the handles up and down like human engines. "Let go! Turn about!" Alex sprang back from the flying handles, and faced about. The foreman edged by them, and joined him. Nearer, towering over them, rushed the leading ore car. "Be sure and jump high and grab hard," shouted the foreman. "Ready! Jump!"
An instant the section-boss stared, then with the promptitude of the old railroader seized his cap, exclaiming "Go ahead!" and together they dashed out to the gate, and across the tracks in the direction of the tool-house. "Where did they start from? How many cars?" asked the foreman as they ran. "Indian Canyon. Ten, and all loaded." The section-man whistled.
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