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The section of the train with the boys aboard had become a runaway freight! "What has happened?" cried Mark. "The train's broken in two!" shouted Jack. "Come on! Help twist the brakes!" Both boys sprang to the wheel of the gondola. It was all they could do to give it a few turns, but they managed to make the brake-shoes grip the wheels to some degree, as was evidenced by the shrill shrieking.
"If you're working up to a burnous and painted legs for me again, my dear chap, it's no good," Stephen returned with the calmness of desperation. "I've done with that sort of nonsense; but I won't trust myself out of the train till I see the Arab's back. Then I'll make a bolt for it and dodge him, till the new train's run along the platform and he's safely in it."
"'Tis hell for wan, an' twice hell for two," he muttered; and then he shifted his right hand to the brake-cock and grasped the hot throttle lever with the ungloved left. And for a time the pain of the burn sufficed. It was another piece of luck, good or bad, that made Ten Mile station the special train's meeting point with the second train of empties.
My!... I'll write every night and then send it twice a week.... I don't suppose you ... Well once a week, won't you, dear?... You're you're moving. The train's going! Good-b " she ran along with it for a few feet, awkwardly, as a woman runs. Stumblingly. And suddenly, as she ran, his head always just ahead of her, she thought, with a great pang: "O my God, how young he is!
To drive the canoe to windward was heavy labor, and while she lurched slowly across the combers the sun got low. Lister's wet hands blistered and his arms ached, but he swung the paddle stubbornly, and at length the houses and hotel stood out from the beach. When they got near the landing Ruth looked ahead. "The train's ready to pull out!" she exclaimed. "Can you make it?" Lister tried.
In those days, the railroad companies were not so strict in the hiring of their employees as they are at present, and when the superintendent asked Joe what sort of job he thought he could fill, the latter, remembering the natty uniform of the passenger train's crew, promptly replied that a brakeman's job aboard a passenger train would just suit him, which answer caused the superintendent to break out into a hearty laugh, after he had told Joe that he was several sizes too small to fill that position.
Warriner and her daughter left Waterloo Station on the steamer-train for Southampton, and Corbin attended them up to the moment of the train's departure. He concerned himself for their comfort as conscientiously as he had always done throughout the last three months, when he had been their travelling-companion; nothing could have been more friendly, more sympathetic, than his manner.
George went with him to the station, and their farewell was lengthened by the train's being several minutes late. "I may not see you again, Georgie," Amberson said; and his voice was a little husky as he set a kind hand on the young man's shoulder.
In the issue of May 1 it contained the following editorial comment: Our readers will find Mr. Train's valedictory in another column. Feeling that he has been a source of grief to our numerous friends and, through their constant complaints, an annoyance to us, he magnanimously retires.
Didn't I tell ye niver to l'ave a hole when a train's comin'? Didn't I tell ye to attind to that an' naathin' else? An' now what have ye been doin'? Be all the powers, what d'ye mane be l'avin' it? What else arre ye good fer? What d'ye mane be lettin' a thing like that happen, an' Mr. Wilson comin' along here, an' the hole open?" He was as red as a beet, purple almost, perspiring, apoplectic.
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