it was a wonder to him the way the wheels ground and bounded that they always lit on the steel.
Lyle took frequent drinks from the bottle, which had been replenished. His eyes were wild, his manner reckless, almost maniacal. As they passed signals he would utter a fierce, ringing yell. Ralph crowded over to him.
"Mr. Lyle," he shouted, "we are ahead of time."
"Good," roared the mad engineer, "I'm going to make the record run of the century."
"If any other train is off schedule, that is dangerous."
"Let 'em look out for themselves," chuckled Lyle. "Whoop! pile in the black diamonds."
"Stop!" almost shrieked Ralph.
Of a sudden he made a fearful discovery. A signal had called for a danger stop where the Great Northern crossed the tracks of the Midland Central. Unheeding the signal, Lyle had run directly onto a siding of the latter railroad and was traversing it at full speed.
"Stop, stop, I say—there's a car ahead," cried Ralph.
Lyle gave the young fireman a violent push backwards and forged ahead.
Chug! bang! A frightful sound filled the air.
