switched to the main. Then the conductor gave the go ahead signal.
"That's cool," observed young Clark. "I should think the conductor would give us an inkling of how all this came about."
"Oh, we'll learn soon enough," said Ralph. "There will have to be an official report on this."
"I'm curious. Guess I'll go back and worm out an explanation," spoke Clark. "I'll see you with news later."
As Clark left the cab on one side Fogg came up on the other. He had been looking over the front of the locomotive. Ralph noticed that he did not seem to have suffered any damage from his wild jump beyond a slight shaking up. He was wet and spattered to the waist, however, and had lost his cap.
Lemuel Fogg's eyes wore a frightened, shifty expression as he stepped to the tender. His face was wretchedly pale, his hands trembled as he proceeded to pile in the coal. Every vestige of unsteadiness and maudlin bravado was gone. He resembled a man who had gazed upon some unexpected danger, and there was a half guiltiness in his manner as if he was responsible for the impending mishap.
The fireman did not speak a word, and Ralph considered that it was no time for discussion or
