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"It was possible, but not at all probable," said the engineer. "My theory was that they were taken away on somebody's railroad car. There were only two sources of information, at first the night operator at Little Butte twelve miles west, and the track-walker at Point-of-Rocks, whose boat goes down to within two or three miles of the Gloria bridge.

"I I don't like such er such doggerel," cried William Philander Tubbs angrily. "I think " "Well, I never!" ejaculated Tom, in pretended astonishment. "And Songbird worked so hard over it, too! Thus doth genius receive its reward. Songbird, if I were you, I'd give up writing poems, and go turn railroad president, track-walker, or something like that."

He was the track-walker of that section, who was obliged to inspect every foot of the eight miles of track under his charge, at least twice a day; and the wrench was for the tightening of any loose rail joints that he might discover. "Hello!" exclaimed this individual as he came before the little group, and held his lantern so as to get a good view of them. "What's the matter here?"

After assigning Mr. Hennage to his quarters she telephoned to the baggage room next door where the track-walker for that division stored his velocipede, and asked to have the machine brought out and placed on the tracks. For perhaps half an hour she conversed with Harley P., much to that careless soul's discomfort, for he was terribly afraid of affording the San Pasqualians grounds for "talk."

A slow train might not go off the track, as the break is only a small one. But the express " She paused suggestively apprehensively. "There's a man!" cried Grace. "A track-walker!" cried Betty. "Oh, he'll know what to do," and she darted toward a man just appearing around the curve a man with a sledge, and long-handled wrench over his shoulder. "Hey! Hey!" Betty called. "Come here.

What of the Subway track-walker, purblind from gloom; the coal-stoker, whose fiery tomb is the boiler-room of a skyscraper; sweatshop workers, a flight below the sidewalk level, whose faces are the color of dead Chinese; six-dollar-a-week salesgirls in the arc-lighted subcellars of six-million-dollar corporations?

My wife is at Kursk, in service with a merchant." "Well, write to your wife to come here. I will give you a free pass for her. There is a position as track-walker open. I will speak to the Chief on your behalf." "I shall be very grateful to you, your Excellency," replied Semyon. He stayed at the station, helped in the kitchen, cut firewood, kept the yard clean, and swept the platform.

He scarcely moved out of his hut. His wife used to do all his work. The other track-walker, nearer the station, was a young man, thin, but muscular. He and Semyon met for the first time on the line midway between the huts. Semyon took off his hat and bowed. "Good health to you, neighbour," he said. The neighbour glanced askance at him. "How do you do?" he replied; then turned around and made off.

He was so intent with the thought that he hummed reveille, and was about to rebuke himself for unsoldierly behavior on duty when Armitage whistled for him to advance. "It's all right; they haven't passed yet. I met a railroad track-walker down there and he said he had seen no one between here and Lamar.

There's a broken rail!" The man broke into a run. "What's that?" he called. "Got your foot caught in a rail? It's a frog a switch that you mean. Take off your shoe!" "No, we're not caught!" cried Betty, in shrill accent. "The rail is broken!" The track-walker was near enough now to hear her correctly.