there's some mistake at the limits. She should have been given the long freight siding, and she has passed it, and—track 7. It's in use!"
Ralph, darting to the levers, uttered these words in a great hollow shout.
Lever 7, operating the switches of that set of rails, had a card hung to its handle. These cards were always used nights as a guide to the levermen, where any special, extra, or transient cars, passenger or freight, were stationary.
The sight of the card recalled a startling fact to Ralph: at the depot end of track 7 lay the occupied tourist car of an Uncle Tom's Cabin theatrical troupe which was then visiting Stanley Junction.
"Something wrong at limits—everything wrong here!" panted Ralph, his heart suddenly beating like a trip-hammer. "What shall I do?"
He shot a glance at the nearing headlight. Relying on limits signals, evidently expecting the long freight siding, in the darkness and storm taking no note of outside switches, and behind time, those in charge of the through freight had nearly full speed set.
Ralph felt the blood leave his face. Through his mind in rapid sequence ran the plat of switches at the depot yards.
"No. 6, or destruction!" he gasped. "I've got
