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RALPH OF THE ROUNDHOUSE
quick. An opportunity hovered, and he had too much reliance in himself to let it pass by.
"I've got to get back and stop the removal of that stolen plunder," he kept telling himself over and over, fixing his eyes on the signals that indicated the bridge over the creek.
Ralph posed for a spring as the locomotive struck the bridge and the gleaming waters came nearer and nearer. The bridge had no railing, and they were on the outer side; Ralph posed himself steady and true, let go the door, and leaped into the darkness as the car he was in reached the middle of the bridge.
Then he dropped down like a shot, struck the cold, deep water, and went under.
