CHAPTER VII.
A LIVELY PURSUIT.
Franklin's cries, as well as the sight of the two locomotives approaching from opposite directions, seemed to fairly paralyze the little girl for the time being, and she stood transfixed upon the tracks.
"Jump, jump for the fence!" repeated the young electrician. "You haven't a moment to spare!"
"I—I can't jump!" gasped the poor, bewildered creature, "Oh, save me! save me!"
"Come over here and I will lift you over! This way; be quick!"
Franklin sprang over the fence at a bound, and a dozen steps brought him to the little girl's side. She was deadly white, and could do nothing further than stretch out her arms to him appealingly.
He caught her up like a flash, and, turning swiftly, darted once more toward the fence on the left. There was no time left to climb out of the way, so without ceremony he threw down his unexpected charge as far as possible from the steel rails, and then crouched back as best he could out of harm's way.
