StNicholas [serial] . st the window. Oneof the bridge spans—hasjust gone, he gasped,and 46—has passed Nor-folk ! The superintendent stag-gered back into a in another instant hewas on his feet, pallid, butcool. Well, what areyou doing to stop her ? he demanded sharply. The chief pulled himself together. It onlyhappened this moment, sir. Cant some one get over the bridge, somehow,to flag her, or lay torpedoes? There is no time to get torpedoes; and look atthe mist over the whole valley bottom, sir, saidthe despatcher, pointing. The engineer could ntsee three feet ahead of him. The supe
StNicholas [serial] . st the window. Oneof the bridge spans—hasjust gone, he gasped,and 46—has passed Nor-folk ! The superintendent stag-gered back into a in another instant hewas on his feet, pallid, butcool. Well, what areyou doing to stop her ? he demanded sharply. The chief pulled himself together. It onlyhappened this moment, sir. Cant some one get over the bridge, somehow,to flag her, or lay torpedoes? There is no time to get torpedoes; and look atthe mist over the whole valley bottom, sir, saidthe despatcher, pointing. The engineer could ntsee three feet ahead of him. The superintendent sprang to the window, anda moment stood with convulsively clenching turned to Alex. Ward, cant you suggest something? You have always shown resource inemergencies. I have been trying to think, sir. But, as thechief says, even if we could get a man acrossthe bridge, what could he do? I was down by theriver yesterday morning, and the haze was like ablind wall. I could nt see ten feet ahead of JACK ROSE TO HIS KNEES, AND BEGAN WORKING HIS WAY FORWARD,FROM TIE TO TIE. (SEE NEXT PAGE.) Could nt a fire be built on the tracks? Not quickly enough, sir. Superintendent Cameron wrung his of course it had to happen after the littleRiverside Park station had closed for the sea-son, he said bitterly. If we only had an oper-ator there now, we— The interruption was a cry from Alex. I vesomething! I ve something! Oil! and instantlyhe dashed back for the tower wire. What? What? cried the superintendent,rushing after Alex as fast as he could run. 1070 A DRAMATIC FLAGGING [Oct., Oil on a pile of ties, or anything, sir —provid-ing Orr can cross the bridge, explained Alex, ashe whirled off the letters of Jacks call. Breathlessly the official dropped into a chairbeside him. I, I, TR, answered Jack. Orr, have you any oil in the tower? shotAlex. No, but there is some in the lamp shanty. Could you possibly cross the bridge ? I ve been wondering, myself. There i
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