Los Angeles herald., 1907-03-03

through his hands to the pilot. We've only
twenty"
"rhe distant signal is against you,' howled th,
pilot topping the roar of storm and machinery
Stanley stiHed an oath, and slowed down. He
had meant running through with a flaming axle
| box; but signals must be obeyed.
second red light blinked out hickeringy
through the white blurr. The home-signal of the
section was against him also. He brought the
Mammoth up at the signal-cabin. The signamqn
was leaning from window and waving a red
| light. The snow was deeper.
| "Quick!" shouted Stanley, seizing a shovel and
sprnglng to the ground. A moment later he was
shoveling snow on to the axle-box. The stoker
was clambering over the tender to fix hose-ppc.
| The SHOWS drifted in Haleham Cutting! The
Ipermanent-way specials held up"
| Stanley swung round. 1t was the rear guard
of the train in question who had hurried back to
the signal cabin and now stood at Stanley's OIL
bow Stanley bit into his lips and drew blood.
The permanent-way wagons, material and sixty
men, who should have already been at Torkard
and at work on the temporary track, by an ae.
cursed irony of fate, blocked the road
IT'S no good!" shouted the rear guard. as the
axle-box sizzled under the hoseppe. "You can't
do it! The telegraph's down. It's blizzard.
You can't do it"
Cant do it be hanged!" shouted Stanley.
you've sixty men and tools. We're either 90
ing to shove through or cut through!'
But he reeed. Fay seemed to have suddenly
receded into the distance.
"A couple of our wagons are off the railsl"
shouted the guard.
I've thirty-ton jacks in the toovan. Get
aboard"
When the Mammoth crept forward slowly she
was blowing off her whistle continuously and
throwing up snow. Time was flying.
The front guard of the snowbound special stool
waist-deep in snow, waving his red-lit lantern.
Stanley brought up the Mammoth and sprany
from the cab. The permanent-way men were
hard at it with shovels, clearing the snow from
round the derailed wagons and hacking into the
DRIFT. Stanley took instant command With his
thirty-ton hydraulic traversing Jacks he had IN,
wagons on the metals in twenty minutes.
"Stand clear!" he shouted "Well trv sboro
behind"
The Mammoth, blasting out whistle as n sig.
nal to the driver of the foremost engine to clan or
steam, crept up slowly There was clankinc
and groaning of buffers. Stanley opened the
throttle trife. The great driving wheels raced
He turned on the sand-blast. and the great wheels
gr1pped' there was jar. Buffers were driven
home to the hilt The wheels gripped. raced
slow movement forward
"By Heaven, you've done itl' shouted the nilot
to Stanley.
Stanley glanced mechanically at his watch. If
was half-past two.
Don't quite know about that" he whispered
curiously, seeming to be communing with him
self, and dashed blood and perspiration from his
forehead. His right hand was torn and bleedino
and one of the fingers broken, but he was ouito
of the fact.r For moment vision
of Fay, he had last her, obliterated every.
thing He dashed hand across his eyes to wine
it away 1t was an unnerving kind of vision at
such a moment.
The last ten miles took over an hour to cover
relegraphic communication between signal cabins
had broken down; 1t was hand and fog signal
ing all the way along.
Sir Jordan Magnus awoke from sleep and q
dream, in which he was demonstrating to his
grandson the construction of working model of
The Atlantic type. He switched on the electric
light beside his bed and found his watch. The