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"
Come
on
,
"
she
ordered
,
as
if
he
were
still
an
employee
of
the
railroad
.
"
I
think
we
’
re
on
a
frozen
train
.
"
"
We
are
,
"
he
said
,
and
followed
her
with
prompt
,
disciplined
obedience
.
No
explanations
were
necessary
.
It
was
as
if
,
in
unspoken
understanding
,
they
were
answering
a
call
to
duty
—
and
it
seemed
natural
that
of
the
hundreds
aboard
,
it
was
the
two
of
them
who
should
be
partners
-
in
-
danger
.
"
Any
idea
how
long
we
’
ve
been
standing
?
"
she
asked
,
as
they
hurried
on
through
the
next
car
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
were
standing
when
I
woke
up
.
"
They
went
the
length
of
the
train
,
finding
no
porters
,
no
waiters
in
the
diner
,
no
brakemen
,
no
conductor
.
They
glanced
at
each
other
once
in
a
while
,
but
kept
silent
.
They
knew
the
stories
of
abandoned
trains
,
of
the
crews
that
vanished
in
sudden
bursts
of
rebellion
against
serfdom
.
They
got
off
at
the
head
end
of
the
train
,
with
no
motion
around
them
save
the
wind
on
their
faces
,
and
they
climbed
swiftly
aboard
the
engine
.
The
engine
’
s
headlight
was
on
,
stretching
like
an
accusing
arm
into
the
void
of
the
night
.
The
engine
’
s
cab
was
empty
.
Her
cry
of
desperate
triumph
broke
out
in
answer
to
the
shock
of
the
sight
:
"
Good
for
them
!
They
’
re
human
beings
!
"
She
stopped
,
aghast
,
as
at
the
cry
of
a
stranger
.
She
noticed
that
Kellogg
stood
watching
her
curiously
,
with
the
faint
hint
of
a
smile
.
It
was
an
old
steam
engine
,
the
best
that
the
railroad
had
been
able
to
provide
for
the
Comet
.
The
fire
was
banked
in
the
grates
,
the
steam
gauge
was
low
,
and
in
the
great
windshield
before
them
the
headlight
fell
upon
a
band
of
ties
that
should
have
been
running
to
meet
them
,
but
lay
still
instead
,
like
a
ladder
’
s
steps
,
counted
,
numbered
and
ended
.
