"Keep the whistle
going."
Murphy hurried back over the swaying cars. An instant later the whistle was
screaming out its warning to the keeper of the wood yard at Green's
Station.
Fuller's arms went up again, and he was on the ground removing ties.
"We'll have to stop for fuel," yelled Murphy.
When the _Texas_ swung around into view of Green's Station the track ahead
was still clear. The _General_ was speeding northward.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FIGHTING WITH FIRE
Tom discovered that the weariness which was creeping over him, stealing his
strength, was hunger. The sight of Knight gnawing at a hunk of bread sent
him to his coat for the package of food he had bought at Big Shanty.
Andrews, too, became suddenly aware that he must eat. Brown, hovering over
the throttle, was too intent upon pushing the _General_ forward to be
conscious of his body. He sat there as though hypnotized by the gleaming
rails which stretched before him.
Tilton came into view. Andrews crossed over to Brown and told him where to
stop for water; then he stood ready to swing off the engine to confront
anyone who might interfere. The station was one hundred yards north of the
water pipe, so the agent could not get a good view of the freight car.
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