speeding engine nearly jumped the track at a switch, flopped back the lever.
"Set them," he ordered.
In his absorbed excitement he seemed to forget the dangerous mission he was setting, for a novice. Ralph did not ask a question. He threw in some coal, then taking the flags in one hand, he crept out through the forward window.
It was his first experience in that line. The swishing wind, the teeter-like swaying of the engine, the driving hail of cinders, all combined to daunt and confuse him, but he clung to the engine rail, gained the pilot, set one flag in its socket, then with a stooping swing the other, and felt his way back to the cab, flushed with satisfaction, but glad to feel a safe footing once more.
Griscom glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, with a growl that might mean approbation or anything else.
"Fire her up," he ordered.
Ralph had little leisure during the twenty miles run that followed—he did not know till afterwards that they covered it in exactly thirty minutes, a remarkable record for old 99.
As they whirled by stations he noticed a crowd at each. As they rounded the last timbered curve to the south his glance took in a startling sight just ahead of them.
