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AUTHOR OF - WHISPERING SMITH" "THE MOUNTAIN
, DIVIDE," "STRATEGY OF GREAT RAILROAD." ETC
; NOVELIZED FROM THE MOVING PICTURE PLAY
OF THE SAME NAME. PRODUCED BY THE SIGNAL
FILM CORPORATION.
CHAPTER 1. !
In the midmorning quiet, the bath !
Ing bench and the ocean reflected onlj,
the brightness of the inviting sunj
But a little way back from the glisten
ing sand and converging thrgugh al
small park toward a suburban statior
the streets of the seaside resort were j
alive with men and women, hurrying
to the city for the grind of the day.)
Motor cars, too, glided noiselessly;
aiong me oouievaras, urew up In turn
before the station and discharged theii
passengers. From one of these a mid
die-aged, military-looking man, Gen
eral Holmes, an ex-army officer and a
railroad man, alighted on the platform.
A governess and pretty little girl
Helen General Holmes' only child
had accompanied her father to the
train, and when he turned to the open
tonneau to say good-by, Helen sprang ;
Impulsively half into his arms. His
train pulled in as he quite simply but
1 affectionately kissed his child and
boarded the nearest tar.
Helen, promised a morning in thej
park, left the motor car with her gov- j
erness the moment they crossed a
email scenic railroad running back ol i
the beach. She already had her eye
' on what she wanted to ply with. A ;
contented dog, at peace with the world
i and sunning himself on a grassy slope, j
ihad riveted her alert eye; Helen ad- j
vanced joyously to get acquainted.'
The dog seemed not averse to a pas
sive friendship, but the little maid.
' sitting down, sought something more.
'and by pulling hard and wltn confi
' dence at his neck, soon had his un J
promising head after a fashion, at
'least in her diminutive lap.
The strain on his sensibilities ap
ipeared more than her amiable and
carefree friend could stand. After
"Submitting for a time he rolled over,
'Jumped up and trotted briskly away
1 for a new seclusion and a new peace.
Helen, undaunted, sprang to her feet
(and followed. Her governess, engaged
I with the chauffeur, saw nothing of
this part of the incident. But a mo
ment later the few spectators in the
i scenic railroad square, waiting to
'board one of the miniature trains, saw
a protesting dog trotting rapidly
away from a curly-haired girl, who
briskly and relentlessly followed.
' A newsboy, relaxing against a con
venient lamp post after the morning
rush, watched the pursuit for a mo
;ment with languid interest, then
j turned to look at an approaching
(train on the scenic road. He seemed
no more than half awake. His wits,
In truth, were wool-gathering. Every
morning found him absorbed greatly
In the mysteries of the miniature en
gine that pulled the scenic railroad
train.
A shout, then a chorus of ries
aroused him from his reverie. The
puffing train was pulling swiftly to
ward the open space. The unhappy
Jdog, casting reproachful glances over
Ihls shoulder at his pitiless friend, was
galloping uncertainly, but directly
(down the narrow track toward, the on
jcoming train. Helen, seeing or heed
ing nothing of the train and fixed only
ion her chase, ran after at top speed.
A dozen people saw her danger as the
'train rounded the curve just in front
i of her only one of them made a
imove. , Dropping his unsolds, the day
jdreamlng newsboy, waking sharply,
Iran headlong after the heedless girl.
. It was none too soon. The dog,
dismayed alike by the cries and a
'second pursuit, sprang, almost in the
teeth of the engine pilot, right across
the track. Helen fast on his heels
was ready to jump after, but it would
hare been pretty certainly a Jump to
her death. The newsboy caught her
arm and whirled her from the engine
Just at it shot past with brakes
screeching on the drivers. Helen
sprawled headlong beBlde the track,
and the boy, unbalanced, rolled on the
gravel near her.
He was on his feet In a trice, stand
ing over Helen. She was frightened
and breathless, and without speaking
he knelt by her. Her eyes began to
fill with big tears. She sat confused-
Uly up as her companion brushed the
granite dust from her pique skirt and
with a coarse handkerchief began
wiping the blood from a cut on one of
her pink knees. Her rescuer made lit
tle of the accident. He told her not
to cry. He even brushed the round
Iters from her cheeks Helen liked
hl)n. "What is your name, little boy?"
she faltered in a would-be command
ing tone.
"I'm no little boy," returned her
rescuer gruffly. A crowd had gathered
and he was already red in the face.
Helen gave the bystanders no heed.
"What are you, then?" she demanded
gravely.
"I'm a big boy. My name Is George
Storm; I'm named after my father.
He was a railroad engineer. My father
got killed pn a train. Who's your fa
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"Where did that dog go
Helen, not answering.
quivered
"Gee! I cVdn't see. You pretty near
got killed. That dog wasn't any good,"
declared the boy scornfully. "Somr
day ' he stopped the blood on hei
knee nce more with his handker
chief, and then added firmly:-"I am
going to drive a big engine sometime
myself, like my father."
-A frantic governess, followed by an
open-mouthed chauffeur, came running
at that moment toward them.
The child parted reluctantly from
her new-found friend. "Are you go
ing to be a really-truly engineer and
smokyed up?" she aBked
George faced her unabashed. "You
better believe I am."
"I don't care," declared Helen,
gulping solemnly while the governess
tried to hurry her away, "I won't ever
forget you no matter what you are.
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At eighteen, Helen had lost none of
the characteristics of her childhood,
They were held in deeper reserve, but
they were Just as persistent. Re
strained by convention, she was still
adventurous in spirit and her father's
one anxiety, old soldier though he
was, was that a spirited horse or an
ocean undertow would some day be his
daughter's undoing. At that, lie was
forced to admit, the reckless girl could
get more out of a horse than he himself
.could.
Closest among her father's friends
wa3 Arros Rhinelander, a New York
man of lare means, and General
Holmes, returning on Helen's eight
eenth birthday with Rhinelander and
Rhinelander's nephew Robert Sea
grue. himself a young and ambitious
railrond promoter from a trip of in
spection of the tiderater terminals of
Holmes' road, was eagerly awaited
by his daughter at their country home
among the San Pablo foothills. A
message sent up to her from Signal
the suburban station of the country
seat, had asked her to meet her father
bat day on No. 20, the through
eastern passenger tram.
The motor car had gone ahead and
Helen, taking Rocket, one of her fa
vorite hunting horses, rode down at
her leisure to the station.
While far from being a spoiled child
Helen felt very much at home any
where on the Copper Range and Tide
water railroad. Reared at home, un
der a discipline almost military, and
under teachers held sternly to account
for her education by her only living
parent, the growing girl had still pre
served an Innate simplicity some
thing almost naive which was re
flected In her Triendshlp for the em
ployees, high and low, of the entire
Tidewater line, of which her father
was president and in which he owned
a substantial interest.
On the day that Helen cantered lazi
ly down through the foothills toward
Signal, a long west-bound freight train
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The Air Pump Had Quit.
climbing the grade oast of a big hill
known on the . division as Blackbird
pass,' found Itself In trouble. The air
pump, after balking all morning, bad
quit, and the conductor going forward
found the engineer, after repeated ef
forts with the big machine, helpless,
Without losing mnch time, the con
ductor rigged up his emergency tele
phone and asked for instructions from
his dispatcher. The answer to his
request was curt: "Bring In No. 145
by hand brakes." The crew spread
to their posts on the decks and the
lumbering string of heavily laden cars
painfully got under way up the bill. It
was a struggle all the way to the sum
mlt; then, dropping over the hill, tho
long string began rapidly to pick up
It picked up, Indeed, too rapidly
The crew vainly Btrove to hold back
the unwieldly train. Clubs in hand
and with the brakes hard jammed
they saw their monster resistless!
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Pri nvay from them. The tra;n 1
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w tin:) Lilt-J forward, for a ro;;f. r- '
re. to the cab. Tho conductor, icm
ring watches with the engineer.
par
looked serious within ten minutes
ey wnuld be running on No. 20's
time; they might even meet her at the
bottom of the hill betore they reached
Signal. !
The conductor acted quicklv. Pick
ing up a lump of coal he scratched a
message on a white signal flag and
wrapped it around a wrench. Cedar
Grove station was hardly a mile ahead. '
As the engine dashed past it. the con-'
ductor, In the gangway, hurled the (
message luruuga me onice winaow.
Picking it up and hastily reading the
rough scrawl, th startled operator
Ired the tidings Ustantly to the next
station. That station was Signal. I
In the bouncing engine cab there
were grave faces. 'What are you go
ing to do?" shouted the engineer.
Without hesitation the conductor
cried: "Cut off the caboose and stop
it let the train go!" The engineer
agreed: "We've only got one life
apiece. No lime to lose George!" he
yelled to his fireman, "make for the
caboose."
The fireman, perhaps the youngest
man in the two crews, without answer
ing, continued to hunt for a wrench.
"Wake up, George," shouted the con
ductor, "come on!"
Searching the tool box, the fireman
shook his head. "What do you mean?"
demanded 'the engineer, catching in
excitement at his companion's arm,
"aren't you coming?"
The fireman did not hurry his an
swer. "No. I'll stay here," he said,
turning simply. He was a stubborn,
well-set fellow, really a big, clean
looking boy with a heavy head of
dark hair pushed under his grimy cap
and a slow, clear eye matching his
deliberate way of speaking.
"Stay here!" thundered the conduc
tor In surprise. "Are you crazy?"
He caught the fireman's other arm
and with the engineer talked to the
obstinate fellow. The two, who liked
him, pulled the boy toward the tender.
He shook loose. The brakeman joined
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Helen Headed Rocket Straight for the Open Draw.
in the struggle. Again the fireman
wrenched away. "That's all right
you fellows go ahead."
"It's suicide for you, man," pro
tested the engineer.
"No, Dan," retorted the fireman.
"It's every man for himself," he re
peated, backing across the footplate.
"I'll stay with the cab."
"Stay and be hanged," shouted the
conductor, with a fiery expletive. "Let
him alone, boys,"he cried, angrily.
"He's dippy. Come!" And with his
companions hustling close after, he
started over the coal on the tender.
The tranf had attained a frightful
pace. Already glimpses of its long,
curving roll on the distant hill might
be seen from the window of Signal
station, where the disturbed operator
had taken the message of the runaway
from Cedar Grove and was reading
it to Helen Holmes, breathless beside
his table:
"AIR BRAKES BROKEN DOWN.
RUNNING AWAY. SIDETRACK NO.
20. NO. 145."
It was the import of the last sen
tence which for an instant froze her
senses. Her father! The passenger
train facing that runaway on the sin
gle track below Signal. More than
once she had heard her father declare
that the stretch between Signal and
tue next station, Beaman, must be
double-tracked -r only, money was so
hard to get. If the lack of it should
now cost him his life the lives ot per
haps half a hundred others!
While she was thinking, the opera
tor was working furiously at his key
with a message for Beaman station. I
His one hope of avoiding the head-on
collision was to catch the passenger
train beyond Beaman.
' "STOP NO. 20. RUNAWAY ON
MAIN LINE."
He told Helen, closely watching the
dots and dashes, what he had sent.
"I should have an answer In a minute."
It came almost at once. Signal sta
tion operator first tried to write it,
then threw down his pen and repeated
its words unsteadily to the frightened
girl.
"NO. 20 LEFT ON TIME. BE
TWEEN HERE AND THE RIVER."
With wide-open eyes she looked In
tently toward the mountains. At the
moment, the rolling hills now hid tho
runaway, but the situation was chart
ing itself, like lightning, In her mind.
Between where she stood and where
the passenger train was coming, the
line crossed San Pablo river, a navi
gable tidewater stream and a water
way that fed a considerable traffic to
the railroad. Her father had put
across the San Pablo a huge Jack
knife drawbrldge-Hhe best an hon
est engineer and an honest railroad
directorate could build. Just over the
river from Signal station he -had al
ready put in, as a start towards double-tracking,
a long passing track.
With everything of this speeding
like a fl:n thrmifh her h-i I. IT?! en
v. as (lasl'.inT out of the o?ce wV-n th'
8i'rea:n ef a whiftle signal bore down
on her ears. Coaft.f'd as she was, it
mvar.t nothing to her. A chance, a
hope, had llashed across her mind and
her resolve had been taken to reach
the passing track switch and side
track the fatal runaway before it
should strike and sc-atter to destruc
tion the helpless passenger train.
Rocket, without a thought other
than ot alfalfa and undisturbed rerose
in his drooping head, stood at band in
the sunshine. To his amazement his
mistress running to him, headlong,
vaulted upon his back. In her fear,
she cried to him. The horse heard it
seemed as If he understood. He woke,
quivering, at the impact of her body.
Whirling with his charge, at the touch
of the rein, so quick he almost bolted
from under his mistress, who was try
ing to seat herself, the brute galloped
with Helen down tho main track foi
the river bridge.
She panted at great drafts of sun
ny mountain air as Rocket's wiry legs
stretched and bounded under her.
With every strids her mind rler.red.
With tlfis, her courage mounted. It
Wa S ra ffe f aTtr n oni ore th aaTTsma rf
dash for her to attain for everyone
safety. The bridge was a difficulty,
but Rocket, who could thread a lava
bed without bruising a fetlock, or
cross a prairie-dog town at full speed
and hold his mistress as steady as If
she were sitting a rocking horse, was
not likely to balk at galloping over
mere ties besides, she would give
him his time. At tho worst, any
bridge, she aid to herself, must be
reached before it can be crossed, and
her eyes were already fixed hard on
the one she must cross, when she
thought she saw the great Jack-knife
span ahead moving mysteriously on
its balanced bed. Urging her horse
to his best, centering all of her facul
ties on mastering the ticklish task
ahead, Helen's eyes set in a stare on
the Jack-knife, to determine whether
It. was moving" or tricking her strain
ing senses. In almost an instant her
doubt was resolved; to her consterna-
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tlon she saw the huge knife draw
moving unmistakably upward. Hei
eyes sought the bridge tower tho
bridge tender was standing at the
open window. Her glance swept the
stretch of river; then she remem
bered, then she understood, then she
knew, all a river tug was bearing
rapidly downstream; she could see the
pilot and the captain In the wheel
house; the bridge was lifting for the
boat's passage. She had heard its
loud whistle at the moment she rushed
from the station.
The balked girl drove her little
spurs into Rocket. The horse sprung,
infuriated, to greater effort. If she
could make the draw in time she
would Jump it a slight rise noth
ing should keep her back. She wildly
waved her free hand at the bridge-'
tender. He was watching the boat and
the span was slowly rising; but a
few strides closer and she would have
risked making the jack-knife she
realized now she was too late.
Without swerving for an instant
from her purpose; without shrinking
from her single alternative, and only
praying for time still to make good
her endeavor, Helen headed Rocket
straight for the open draw. His feet
struck the pier. She gave the horse
his head. The wiry beast Baw what
yawned ahead. ITq heard , his mis-1
tress' quick word. As his feet touched
the brink of the abutment the horse
coiled likea spring,' and fof an in
stant quivered. His mistress with a
sharp cry of command rose in her
stirrups; then launching himself and
his burden, like an arrow far out, the
hunter Bprang with Helen cleanly Into
the river. There was a great splash
and the parted water closed over their
heads.
A pilot, captain and bridgetender
stood as men dazed, looking on. The
river captain, yelling the crew to quar
ters, hurried fprward to throw out
lines as soon as the tug should come
within reach' of the imperiled girl.
The bridgetender, in the window,
glued to the scene, watched the cir
cling bubbles where horse and rider
had plunged down, waiting for them
to reappear. For an Interminable in
stant the onlookers waited. It seemed
as if the two would never come up.
Then a girlish head ot soaked curls
rose among the ripples, a young face
emerged from the troubled pool, and
Helen, throwing herself free from
Rocket, shook the water from her
eyes and nose with a swimmer's quick
certain puff and struck out for shore.
Rocket was not far away. With a few
powerful strokes his mistress' caught
his mane and recovered blm. The
tide, running heavily through the
channel, carried th two together be
low the pier on the opposite bank.
But Rocket, scrambling in a moment
from the water, bore hla charge un
hurt up the steep bank, and under
her urging ran up the track to the
tower.
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Th" br:-!.'it.Ti'!fr, at the doir. con
fronted her. The drirpi'.'-g si.'l. soat- j
ed t.n her quiverng horse, told the as
tonished r.inn in a few hurried words
what hai happened, and as he hur
ried into the tower afrare to lower
the draw Helen urged Rocket at a
run down the track. It seemed as If
her ears bubbled and rang with the
rumble of the two approaching trains,
but her brain had ceased to take
note of anything beyond her one stub
born resolve to reach the passing
track switch she could see it plainly
ahead. The bridgetender was hastily
lowering the knife for the freight. De
termined, while in the river, to leave
the bridge open and wreck the freight,
Helen believed she could avcid even
that, and bad given the tender his
orders accordingly. The tug. which
Jiad been whistling wildly, low heeled
violently toward the wharf, where the
captain, a game sport, had resolved
to nu;kA fast and see the excitement
out With tha boat crew ashore and
dashing pcross the wharf to watch
Helen, she crouched like a jockey
over Rocket as, ho crushed and scat
tered the cinders under h;3- flying feet,
and In what seemed another moment
so fast had she flown checking
the horse cruelly, she threw her lines
and slid from his back beside the
passing-track switch.
Running to it, she grasped the lever
only to find the switch locked. She
had feared, almost expected, as much
but now, how to open It! She
looked ahead. A shrill engine whistle
startled her. and her cup filled the
passenger train, bearing down the
-long tangent at full speed, was whis-.
tling for her home crossing, hardly two
miles distant.
She could see smoke streaming from
the 6tack of the engine. Behind, she
had no need to look, the rumble of
the head-end of the runaway was
thundering on the bridge. Desperation
cleared her head. She caught up a
heavy stone from the. right of way
and pounded fiercely at the switch
lock. She struck at the stout bow
and hammered In a fury at the resist
ing cover.
No mechanism could stand such an
assault for long. The ground under
her feet was vibrating with tho fear
ful pound of the great freight engino
as It dashed with its heavy drag over
the close-by rail joints. She knew the
reeling machine must be almost on -her
and. tho thought spurred her to
unnatural strength. The staple gave
way. The excited girl Jerked the twist
ed bow rfnh ftM threw" thP 8Ucn,
half fainting beside It as tho monster
engine struck manly at the switch
points. Then, with a shock that tore
tho heavy roadbed and the roar al
most of an earthquake, engine, tender
and train lurched heavily into the sid
ing. Car after car Jumped and pound
ed at the stubborn rails. On and on
they came, shaking the solid earth
under Helen as she panted and gasped,
But the thundering, jumping wheels
continued to catch the switch In safe
ty and the polr's held. The long train
made the siding to the very end and
Helen, almost stunned saw, In some
thing like a vision, the passenger
train, Its brakes throwing streams ol
fire from the grinding wheels, race
past her down the main track toward
the bridge. The sight meant little to
her now her senses were too numbed
to realize what It meant that the pas
senger train at last was quite safe.
The runaway freight was less for
tunate. At the farther end of the
passing track three box cars stood pa
tiently waiting for orders. They had
been standing there unmolested for
days; they had tarried one moment
too long. The runaway engine with
Its still obstinate fireman, at times on
the running board and at times In the
cab, was heading viciously for them.
But the fireman saw the game was
clearly up. He chose his moment and
Jumped, landing violently In the cin
der ballast. Bruised and cut, he lay
breathless, almost insensible. He
heard confusedly the terrific crash
Into the idle box cars. The huge en
gine scattered them In dust and
kindling high in the air. He tried to
roll farther from the threatening
wreck for the head-end of the train
had been derailed by the Impact and
the Jammi"": string of cars was zig
zagging wildly across the right of
way. Tho first realization, that came
to the stunned boy was of someone
struggling to help him get away from
the wreck some puny strength ex
erted to drag his heavy body to great
er safety. With a breath, the first
he had been able to draw, he opened
his eyes. A young woman was bend
ing over, him.
He was a forbidding sight. Blood,
dust and gravel hung In half a dozen
cuts on his forehead hardly a feature
of his face, except his eyes, had es
caped the smash of the cinders. Some
one with a very little and very wet
handkerchief wiped his eyes and he
could see more clearly when ho opened
them again. He could see the face
bent over him and two eyes fixed
anxiously on his a girl's face, strange
and yet what could It be of recollec
tion that struggled through his whirl
ing senses?
Nor had Helen, as she knelt and
worked over the Injured man, dreamed
of seeing any face she had ever
looked Into before Even had it been
uninjured she would hardly have re
called it under ordinary conditions.
But two people, a young man, now,
and a young woman, were meeting
under extraordinary circumstances
and their eyes wero very close to
gether. Tho man caught at her hand
as It passed his forehead, stopped it,
nnd looked keenly Into Helen's eyes.
With that look, a vision swept across
their rie;norlcs.
"I suroly know you." he said, not
tnjeing his eyes from hers. Unequal
to rrkreing r-.T ga?e. she. stared at
bin without speaking. "I'm ears I.
know you," he exclaimed, perj-lexea. -
He rose of a sudden to his fett so
easily it surprised her. "It was tbo
train," he went on, slowly. "You
were hurt the miniature railroad!"
She reearded him a moment in si
lence. Then she spoke: "Is it possi-i
ble?"' she murmured. "You are ?"
"I'm the little boy." he smiled
grimly. "Till now, I've never seen the
little girl since."
A sense of confusion assailed her;
she wanted to escape his look. "You
are hurt." she said, dismissing with
an effort all consciousness of their
strange meeting.
lie hesitated; then he saw, and he
thought he understood. "No," he said
brusquely, almost rudely, "only a few
scratches."
A cry of recognition and amaze
ment ci:t off their words. The passen
ger train had backed down on the,
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"You Are Hurt," She Said.
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lanthip VAiinw Q n o rrriia tha C ? cm n 1 afit
tlon operator, the tug captain and the
train passengers crowded the observa
tion platform looking at her and the
Bhaken up fireman.
Tho flagman could hardly raise the
step cover quick enough to release
Holmes so that he might get down to
his daughter. Ilo knew all the oper
ator had told the Etcry. Jlp caught j
i'S (latiilif. !n Ins arms with a show
er of misty reproaches. "What!" he
cried. "Have you lost your mind?
Aro you mad?" Helen's eyes fell be
fore her father's anger. She was a
dutiful girl. "Don't you know what
danger Is? Have you no sense iof
fear?" he stormed. She raised her
eyes and paused an instant; then she
asked, shyly: "Where was I to get it,
father" she looked queerly up at him
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"Gammon!" he blustered, edging
away from the subject, beaten. "Who's
this boy?" he demanded, pointing to
the grimed and disfigured fireman.
"What's your name?"
"Storm, General Holmes George
Storm, fireman," responded the boy,
unmoved.
"What were you sticking like ft
leech to a runaway engine for why
didn't you go back with the rest of
the crew?" demanded the head of the
road severely.
Storm met the assault calmly. "I
wiuukui i inigni i uuie 10 gei ids
air pump going," he countered.
"Did you do it?" asked Holmes, with
sarcasm.
"I'd have done it if I'd had time,",
persisted the somewhat dismantled
fireman. "I guess," he added calmly,
looking back at the mess of cars, "I
needed a couple of days more."
"No matter, Storm," declared
Holmes, secretly pleased, "you're all
right."
"I should think as much," cried
Helen, breaking through her reserve.
"If you had many men like that!"
Amos Rhinelander took the scene
In with an abundance of satisfied hu
mor, lie was a big, wholesome fel
low. Beside him Btood Seagrue, si
lent and observant. Both before and
after her father Introduced him, he
scrutinized Helen a. Jong time.. With,
his introduction, he ventured some
thing of compliment tried, as It
were, for a moment, to take the stage
and seemed to await confidently an
appreciation of his remark.
But Helen, whether confused by her
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the recollection of her adventure,
could hardly notice bis effort to be
agreeable. Storm had started hack to
his engine. Her father was helping
his daughter back to the observation
platform. From It Helen looked stead
ily back at Storm, now standing down
tbe track in the midst of the wreck
age. The passenger engine sounded
four sharp blasts to call in the flag
man. Storm looked around; the pas
senger train was moving ahead. Ha
saw in the group on the rear platform
one figure that of a slender girl, In a
wet Jockey costume, a smile lighting;
her face as she looked toward Mm.
She was lifting her hand In a good-by.
He started, touched bis hand to nls
bruised forehead and waved back her
greeting. Beside Helen stood Sea
grue. He did not seem pleased" with,
her attitude and dropped an ironical
remark In her ear. This one sher
quite plainly beard and understood:
"Very gratifying,;' be smiled; "to find:
a president's daughter so very clever..
And." ho added softly, "she seems tc
take a real Interest In enginr men!'"
Helen looked deliberately around at
him but whatever may havo been her
thought, she made no. reply.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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