repairs. A few minutes later an incident occurred which made the occasion fairly bristle with new animation and excitement.
Mr. Grant had sat quietly in the fireman's seat. Now he leaned over towards Ralph, pointing eagerly through the side window.
"I see," said Ralph above the deafening roar of the wind and the grinding wheels, "the Night Express."
They could see the lights of the train ever and anon across an open space where, about a mile distant, the tracks of the Midland Central paralleled those of the Shelby division of the Great Northern. The young engineer again glanced at the clock. His eye brightened, into his face came the most extravagant soul of hope. It was dashed somewhat as Fogg, feeding the furnace and closing the door, leaned towards him with the words:
"The last shovel full."
"You don't mean it!" exclaimed Ralph.
The fireman swept his hand towards the empty tender.
"Eight miles," said Ralph in an anxious tone. "With full steam we could have reached the Junction ten minutes ahead of the Express. Will the fire last out?"
"I'll mend it some," declared the fireman.
