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They
had
walked
two
miles
when
they
came
to
the
small
gray
box
on
a
post
by
the
trackside
,
which
was
the
emergency
telephone
.
The
box
hung
sidewise
,
beaten
by
storms
.
She
jerked
it
open
.
The
telephone
was
there
,
a
familiar
,
reassuring
object
,
glinting
in
the
beam
of
Kellogg
’
s
flashlight
.
But
she
knew
,
the
moment
she
pressed
the
receiver
to
her
ear
,
and
he
knew
,
when
he
saw
her
finger
tapping
sharply
against
the
hook
,
that
the
telephone
was
dead
.
She
handed
the
receiver
to
him
without
a
word
.
She
held
the
flashlight
,
while
he
went
swiftly
over
the
instrument
,
then
tore
it
off
the
wall
and
studied
the
wires
.
"
The
wire
’
s
okay
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
current
’
s
on
.
It
’
s
this
particular
instrument
that
’
s
out
of
order
.
There
’
s
a
chance
that
the
next
one
might
be
working
.
"
He
added
,
"
The
next
one
is
five
miles
away
.
"
"
Let
’
s
go
,
"
she
said
.
Far
behind
them
,
the
engine
’
s
headlight
was
still
visible
,
not
a
planet
any
longer
,
but
a
small
star
winking
,
through
mists
of
distance
.
Ahead
of
them
,
the
rail
went
off
into
bluish
space
,
with
nothing
to
mark
its
end
.
She
realized
how
often
she
had
glanced
back
at
that
headlight
;
so
long
as
it
remained
in
sight
,
she
had
felt
as
if
a
life
-
line
were
holding
them
anchored
safely
;
now
they
had
to
break
it
and
dive
into
.
.
.
and
dive
off
this
planet
,
she
thought
.
She
noticed
that
Kellogg
,
too
,
stood
looking
back
at
the
headlight
.
They
glanced
at
each
other
,
but
said
nothing
.
The
crunch
of
a
pebble
under
her
shoe
sole
burst
like
a
firecracker
in
the
silence
.
