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"
But
.
.
.
"
Then
his
mind
made
a
connection
with
the
past
and
the
future
,
and
his
voice
rose
to
a
scream
for
the
first
time
:
"
How
long
will
we
have
to
wait
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
the
conductor
.
He
threw
Chalmers
’
hand
off
his
arm
,
and
walked
away
.
The
night
operator
of
Winston
Station
listened
to
the
phone
message
,
dropped
the
receiver
and
raced
up
the
stairs
to
shake
the
station
agent
out
of
bed
.
The
station
agent
was
a
husky
,
surly
drifter
who
had
been
assigned
to
the
job
ten
days
ago
,
by
order
of
the
new
division
superintendent
.
He
stumbled
dazedly
to
his
feet
,
but
he
was
knocked
awake
when
the
operator
’
s
words
reached
his
brain
.
"
What
?
"
he
gasped
.
"
Jesus
!
The
Comet
?
.
.
.
Well
,
don
’
t
stand
there
shaking
!
Call
Silver
Springs
!
"
The
night
dispatcher
of
the
Division
Headquarters
at
Silver
Springs
listened
to
the
message
,
then
telephoned
Dave
Mitchum
,
the
new
superintendent
of
the
Colorado
Division
.
"
The
Comet
?
"
gasped
Mitchum
,
his
hand
pressing
the
telephone
receiver
to
his
ear
,
his
feet
hitting
the
floor
and
throwing
him
upright
,
out
of
bed
.
"
The
engine
done
for
?
The
Diesel
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
Oh
God
!
Oh
,
God
Almighty
!
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
"
Then
,
remembering
his
position
,
he
added
,
"
Well
,
send
out
the
wrecking
train
.
"
"
I
have
.
"
