around a sharp curve a great glare confronted them.
Not two hundred yards ahead was a mass of flames shooting skywards. The bridge crossing a creek that was located at this part of the route was on fire.
Ralph started to slow down. Then, discerning the impossibility of doing so this side of the burning structure, he set full speed.
"It's make or break," he said, in a kind of gasp.
"Put her through—take the risk," ordered Trevor sharply.
Swish! crackle! crash!—it was an eventful moment in the career of the young fireman. There was a blinding glow, a rain of fire swayed through the locomotive cab, then, just as they cleared the bridge, the structure went down to midstream.
"We must get this news to Dover quick," said Ralph, applying himself anew to lever and throttle. "We have ten minutes to make up then."
Clink!—snap!—a terrific jar shook the locomotive. Contrary to signal given at the nearest switch ahead, the engine veered to a siding.
"What does this mean?" demanded Trevor sharply.
