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"
The
first
one
to
come
,
"
said
Bill
Brent
implacably
,
"
will
be
Number
236
,
the
fast
freight
from
San
Francisco
,
which
is
due
at
Winston
at
seven
-
eighteen
A
.
M
.
"
He
added
,
"
That
’
s
the
Diesel
closest
to
us
at
this
moment
.
I
’
ve
checked
.
"
"
What
about
the
Army
Special
?
"
"
Better
not
think
about
it
,
Dave
.
That
one
has
superiority
over
everything
on
the
line
,
including
the
Comet
,
by
order
of
the
Army
.
They
’
re
running
late
as
it
is
—
journal
boxes
caught
fire
twice
.
They
’
re
carrying
munitions
for
the
West
Coast
arsenals
.
Better
pray
that
nothing
stops
them
on
your
division
.
If
you
think
we
’
ll
catch
hell
for
holding
the
Comet
,
it
’
s
nothing
to
what
we
’
ll
catch
if
we
try
to
stop
that
Special
.
"
They
remained
silent
.
The
windows
were
open
to
the
summer
night
and
they
could
hear
the
ringing
of
the
telephone
in
the
dispatcher
’
s
office
downstairs
.
The
signal
lights
winked
over
the
deserted
yards
that
had
once
been
a
busy
division
point
.
Mitchum
looked
toward
the
roundhouse
,
where
the
black
silhouettes
of
a
few
steam
engines
stood
outlined
in
a
dim
light
.
"
The
tunnel
—
"
he
said
and
stopped
.
"
—
is
eight
miles
long
,
"
said
the
trainmaster
,
with
a
harsh
emphasis
.
"
I
was
only
thinking
,
"
snapped
Mitchum
.
