"There's a mix-up all along the line, the way things look," observed the fireman, disappearing.
Ralph took up a position at an open window. He watched the lanterns bobbing along the tracks and at the depot.
He was unnerved and in a direful condition of suspense. Only the glad thought that no loss of life attended the collision sustained him.
The train dispatcher's assistant put in an appearance in about twenty minutes. He looked flustered as he told Ralph that they had two wrecks on their hands.
Ralph made his report clearly, concisely. His visitor looked astonished as he learned of the amazing gyrations of the signal dial.
"You're a brick, just the same, Fairbanks!" said the man, as Ralph concluded his report. "If the freight had got track 7, there would have been a fine slaughter for the railroad company to pay for."
"I disobeyed orders," observed Ralph in a depressed tone.
"Whose orders?"
"Limits."
"Limits seems to have made a fine mess of it all along the line, and we are going to find out why, very promptly."
"I wish you would send a messenger for Mr.
