brief words of the depot master had been enlightening.
He guessed that the president of the road at a distance had been apprised of serious illness in his family. Perhaps the attendant physician had wired a time limit. If the anxious husband hoped to see his stricken wife before she died, he must exert every privilege he controlled as the head of a great railroad system.
Ralph reflected that he might have been a thousand miles away when he received the anxious summons. Influence and the wires had possibly called half a dozen interlocking lines into service. Even the law had stepped aside, it seemed, to speed the distressed official on his way, via the north spur of the Great Northern.
The 1.05 express steamed out of the depot just as Ralph reached the switch tower.
"That clears the situation," he reflected. "Set the out main for the in switch after she passes. Hark!"
Ralph bent his ear at an unusual sound. This was the echo of a sharp locomotive whistle—to the north.
"The special is coming," he observed, and naturally with some excitement—a mile-a-minute dash through the depot and town was a novelty for Stanley Junction.
