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mucn. n snc9uSt tossed the load along
Is light as a feather.
81 noticed that the throttle valve
worked hard when i had 70 shat off steam
once or twice slowing through a station.
Still / could jerk her in and out well
enough with hand. An ugly throttle
is a terrible thing, sir, though. For, you
see, a man can't be sure. Suppose you
couldn't shut of. Suppose your throttle
got stuck, fun head on. going at fifty
miles an hour, and you a-coming into a
station, for instance, even If there was
nothing standing there, l tell you, you'd
feel about as the Almighty would if the
earth got loose and he couldn't stop her"
Then Hank pulled smokeless whiffs.
ssWell, again" he resumed presently.
The excitement Of his own memory had
brought the sweat drops to his forehead;
his pipe had gone out the third time.
THAT throttle valve did stick on mel
That's just what did happen. We were,
I calculated, about eight miles from
WEXFORD Somehow, though, there
wasn't any station to slow me up, yet I
had a feeling, an awful feeling, too, that
/ could not if l would shut her off.
'Pshawr l said to myself, and l played
with the boys curly head with my right
hand. But my left hand kept pressing
and trying that throttle harder and
harder. l couldn't stir herl / reached
over and put my right hand ON the
lever. l could not move herl / got off
my box. / seemed to be in a perfect
frenzy. I sprang at the valve with both
hands and all my weight. She didn't
move q hairl And the way we were kit
ingi Probably we were flying over fifty
miles an hour. Iyelled at the fireman:
"sGive us a hand, Georget'
HE knew it all in a second, and tum-
bled in from the tender to put both his
hands beside mine.
..Nowr / shouted.
awe threw u weight against it. But
that old beast just shook herself and
jumped and jumped, as much as to say,
'You can't shut off my windf
Peter cried the fireman, there's the
WEXFORD on the SWITCH We've only
two miles more to liver
''Then we struggled like two mad
bulls. We pulled. Then we showed.
We planted our feet and pulled and
showed W had no air brakes in them
days. But if we had. l vow / b'lieve to
have put 'em on would have knocked
out the cylinder heads or broke a driving
rod, and sent us all to eternity.
"All this while there sat my pretty
boy, rs calm, as laughing, because he
thought this was all play. But / knew
we'd all got to die, and 1 caught up the
boy. I held him, kissing him. 1t all
took bat a moment. There, less'n a
mile ahead, stood the rear of the New
York on our track at the station. l
could see her red light. You better
b'ieve l forgot all about the big men
behind. was thinking, should l throw
out my boy into the darkness?
Papa said Burnside, what makes
you look soY
because, boy. we can't stop the
engine. We're all going to be killed in
q minute. unless / toss you out there
emo. papa said he, reaching out his
pretty hand. Let me try it.
"Well, I did. / don't know why. I
was holding him. you understand. And
sir, the moment that chiid's hand struck
that throttle valve, she shut off as easy
as drawing your BREATH"
The engineer said he actually tumbled
over on his seat as if he had seen a mir
acle. The train slowed up in answer to
the brake whistle, and stopped just in
front Of the station. The matter may
or may not have had any miraculous
element. The good mother urged the
boys going. The behavior Of the metal,
one moment binding by heat or other
expansion, the next moment releasing
itself helped by the tremendous steam
pressure in the dome. is one of the many
wen known curiosities of metal action.
Would you really have thrown that
boy from the cabi if she had not stoppedY'
/ asked
"Certainly. It would have been the
only chance of saving his hfe. should
have chosen a bunch Of green, growing
brush and landed him safely up against
the bending branches. Then ! should
have jumped myself. We always jump
when we can do no more good here.
Ny fireman has three times saved his
life SC. l have once. of which I'll tell
you some day. Good-by. Here's my
machine, inst out of the Yard