about a quarter of a mile from the main rails where it had been started.
He took a new curve, slowed up, and began looking for a switch. The tracks ended near a dismantled ruin. It had evidently once been in use as a factory, but now, like the spur tracks, was abandoned.
At this terminus were several switches. Ralph got righted on the inside rails and started back for the detached car.
There were as many as four curves to pass, all breasting elevations at the side. Ralph proceeded rather slowly. As he reached the final open stretch, however, his hand came down sharply on the lever.
He pulled the throttle open. A glance had warned him that there was no time now to dally.
It was not quite dark yet. Some lanterns were now at the side of the detached car.
Near it was a horse and wagon. The side door of the car was open. One of the tramps was carrying a rope from the wagon. The other was just climbing into the car.
Ralph drove the locomotive forward so promptly that the alarmed shout of the man coming from the wagon was mingled with a resounding crash, as the bulkheads of the cow-catcher
