A thousand yards ahead was the ravine. This the factory switch spur traversed.
Shooting up from the depths of the ravine for nearly a quarter of a mile were leaping, vivid tongues of flame.
Getting where he could command a view townwards obliquely across the ravine, Ralph realized just what had happened.
Outlined against the black sky there showed the framework of several freight cars. They were simply threads of flame now.
In some way the stationary freights had caught fire. The blaze had communicated to an oil tank. There had been an explosion, scattering the burning oil far and wide.
The cars had been blocked on an incline. Apparently the force of an explosion, or the fire, had dislodged or destroyed the blocking plank. Some of the cars had broken free. Scudding down the ravine, they had lodged cinders and flame in all directions.
Coming to a curve, they had jumped the track. About two hundred feet from the factory they had gone down into a gravel pit, piling on top of each other.
The dry grass and shrubbery were on fire on both sides of the ravine for a full quarter of a mile back towards the town. The house Mrs.
