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"
One
thing
is
certain
,
"
said
Bill
Brent
,
the
chief
dispatcher
.
"
We
can
’
t
send
a
train
into
the
tunnel
with
a
coal
-
burning
engine
.
"
Dave
Mitchum
’
s
eyes
grew
sullen
:
he
knew
that
this
was
the
one
thought
on
all
their
minds
;
he
wished
Brent
had
not
named
it
.
"
Well
,
where
do
we
get
a
Diesel
?
"
he
asked
angrily
.
"
We
don
’
t
,
"
said
the
road
foreman
.
"
But
we
can
’
t
keep
the
Comet
waiting
on
a
siding
all
night
!
"
"
Looks
like
we
’
ll
have
to
,
"
said
the
trainmaster
.
"
What
’
s
the
use
of
talking
about
it
,
Dave
?
You
know
that
there
is
no
Diesel
anywhere
on
the
division
.
"
"
But
Christ
Almighty
,
how
do
they
expect
us
to
move
trains
without
engines
?
"
"
Miss
Taggart
didn
’
t
,
"
said
the
road
foreman
.
"
Mr
.
Locey
does
.
"
"
Bill
,
"
asked
Mitchum
,
in
the
tone
of
pleading
for
a
favor
,
"
isn
’
t
there
anything
transcontinental
that
’
s
due
tonight
,
with
any
sort
of
a
Diesel
?
"
