quivered in every nerve, for a tremendous shock nearly sent him off his seat.
"Just in time," cried Ralph, and then he held his breath.
Slowing down, the train had come to a crashing halt. The locomotive reared upon its forward wheels and then settled back on a slant, creaking at every joint. Ralph had swung the air lever or there would have been a catastrophe.
"What was it?" gasped Griscom, clearing his old eyes and peering ahead, but Ralph was gone. Seizing a lantern, he had jumped to the ground and was at the front of the locomotive now. The engineer shut off all steam after sounding the danger signal, a series of several sharp whistles, and quickly joined his assistant.
In front of the locomotive, obstructing the rails completely, was a great mass of dirt, gravel and rocks.
"A landslide," spoke Griscom, glancing up one steep side of the cut.
"If we had struck that big rock full force," observed Ralph, "it would have been a bad wreck."
"You saved us just in time," cried the old engineer. "I've often wondered if some day there wouldn't be just such a drop as this of some of these overhanging cliffs. Company ought to
