"Stand clear, everybody!" cried the foreman.
At that moment Bob came running up, using the back of his hand as a
napkin for his lips.
"There she goes!" was the loud cry.
As the crowd looked, they saw the derailed and helpless engine give a
sort of shudder and shake, mount the inclined pieces of iron, and then
slide upon the rails, settling down where it belonged.
"Hurrah!" cried the passengers, in recognition of a hard task well
accomplished.
"Well, I'm glad that's over," announced the foreman. "Now boys,
hustle, and we'll get the cars on, and the line will be clear."
It did not take long to get the cars on the rails, as they were
lighter. The damaged engine was switched off to one side, some rails,
which had been displaced when the train bumped off, were spiked down,
and the wreck was a thing of the past.
"All aboard!" called the conductor. "All aboard! Step lively now!"
The relief engine was not a fast one, being built more for power than
speed, and the train had to proceed along rather slowly. But the boys
did not mind this, as they had plenty to talk about, and they were
interested in the country through which they were traveling.
They arrived at Los Angeles somewhat behind their schedule, and did
not leave there as soon as they expected to, as Professor Snodgrass
wanted to call on a scientific friend, to learn something about the
best place to hunt for horned toads.
"It's all right, boys," he announced, when he returned to the Los
Angeles hotel, where the three chums had put up.
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