He ran into the shed.
The left forward wheel of the box-car had mounted upon one of the ties
thrown before it. The tie was wedged diagonally across the track, and the
flange had cut a deep groove in it. The right wheel was nearly a foot off
the track. Apparently the car had struck the tie just at the moment of
losing momentum.
Fuller made a hasty examination, then ran back to the _Texas_. Murphy was
coming forward to meet him.
"They've dropped the second box-car in there," explained Fuller. "The front
wheels are off the track. We can drag it back, I think. We'll have to find
a coupling pin."
The fireman was racing through his chest, looking for something which would
serve to couple the cars together. "Will this be all right?" he asked,
holding up a short crow-bar.
"Yes," answered Fuller. "And bring a heavy hammer."
While Murphy signaled the _Texas_ into the shed, Fuller and the fireman ran
forward with the crow-bar and hammer.
"Careful now," yelled Fuller, as the two box-cars came closer together.
"Easy--easy!" The cars met gently. He slid the crow-bar into the hole and
held it while the fireman hammered the top over.
"Now run back slowly--an inch at a time," ordered Fuller.
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