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We're eight minutes behind our time, and I see the danger signal up yonder, and the line seems blocked up with snow, and I really fear——" He looked out again, and then drew in his head very suddenly. "There's something coming!" he cried; "there's an engine coming——" He never finished his sentence. There was a horrible smashing, tearing, grinding noise, that was louder than thunder, and more hideous than the crashing of cannon against the wooden walls of a brave ship. WE'RE EIGHT MINUTES BEHIND OUR TIME AND I SEE THE DANGER SIGNAL UP YONDER AND THE LINE SEEMS BLOCKED UP WITH SNOW AND I REALLY FEAR HE LOOKED OUT AGAIN AND THEN DREW IN HIS HEAD VERY SUDDENLY THERE'S SOMETHING COMING HE CRIED THERE'S AN ENGINE COMING HE NEVER FINISHED HIS SENTENCE THERE WAS A HORRIBLE SMASHING TEARING GRINDING NOISE THAT WAS LOUDER THAN THUNDER AND MORE HIDEOUS THAN THE CRASHING OF CANNON AGAINST THE WOODEN WALLS OF A BRAVE SHIP
site to him, went on reading their newspapers as coolly as if the rocking of the carriage had been no more perilous than the lullaby motion of an infant's cradle, guided by a mother's gentle foot. Mr. Dunbar never took his eyes from the dial of his watch. So the nervous traveller found no response to his look of terror. He sat quietly for a minute or so, and then lowered the window near him, and let in a rush of icy wind, whereat the bald-headed commercial gentleman turned upon him rather fiercely, and asked him what he was about, and if he wanted to give them all inflammation of the lungs, by letting in an atmosphere that was two degrees below zero. But the little elderly gentleman scarcely heard this remonstrance; his head was out of the window, and he was looking eagerly Rugby-wards along the line. "I'm afraid there's something wrong," he said, drawing in his head for a moment, and looking with a scared white face at his fellow-passengers; "I'm really afraid there's something wrong. OOKING GENTLEMAN OPPOSITE TO HIM WENT ON READING THEIR NEWSPAPERS AS COOLLY AS IF THE ROCKING OF THE CARRIAGE HAD BEEN NO MORE PERILOUS THAN THE LULLABY MOTION OF AN INFANT CRADLE GUIDED BY A MOTHER'S GENTLE FOOT MISTER DUNBAR NEVER TOOK HIS EYES FROM THE DIAL OF HIS WATCH SO THE NERVOUS TRAVELLER FOUND NO RESPONSE TO HIS LOOK OF TERROR HE SAT QUIETLY FOR A MINUTE OR SO AND THEN LOWERED THE WINDOW NEAR HIM AND LET IN A RUSH OF ICY WIND WHEREAT THE BALD HEADED COMMERCIAL GENTLEMAN TURNED UPON HIM RATHER FIERCELY AND ASKED HIM WHAT HE WAS ABOUT AND IF HE WANTED TO GIVE THEM ALL INFLAMMATION OF THE LUNGS BY LETTING IN AN ATMOSPHERE THAT WAS TWO DEGREES BELOW ZERO BUT THE LITTLE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN SCARCELY HEARD THIS REMONSTRANCE HIS HEAD WAS OUT OF THE WINDOW AND HE WAS LOOKING EAGERLY RUGGEDYWARDS ALONG THE LINE I'M AFRAID THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG HE SAID DRAWING IN HIS HEAD FOR A MOMENT AND LOOKING WITH A SCARED WHITE FACE AT HIS FELLOW PASSENGERS I'M REALLY AFRAID THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG
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