a train somewhere near with the locomotive nigh dead."
"If it should be the east freight stalled," suggested Ralph to the conductor, "you needn't worry about those hungry children in the coaches, and that baby you told about wanting milk."
"No, the east freight is a regular provision train," put in the fireman. "If we could reach her, we'd have our pick of eatables."
It was two hours later, and things had quieted down about the snowed-in train, when a series of shouts greeted Ralph, Fogg and the conductor, seated on a broken log around the fire at the side of the tracks.
"What's this new windfall!" exclaimed Fogg
"More signals," echoed the conductor, staring vaguely.
"Human signals, then," supplemented Ralph. "Well, here's a queer arrival."
Five persons came toppling down the side of the embankment, in a string. They were tied together at intervals along a rope. All in a mix-up, they landed helter-skelter in the snow of the cut. They resembled Alpine tourists, arrived on a landslide.
"Why, it's Burton, fireman of the east freight!" shouted the conductor, recognizing the first of the five who picked himself up from the snow.
"That's who!" answered the man addressed,
