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"
Better
not
think
of
it
,
"
said
Brent
softly
.
"
I
haven
’
t
said
anything
!
"
"
What
was
that
talk
you
had
with
Dick
Horton
before
he
quit
?
"
the
road
foreman
asked
too
innocently
,
as
if
the
subject
were
irrelevant
.
"
Wasn
’
t
it
something
about
the
ventilation
system
of
the
tunnel
being
on
the
bum
?
Didn
’
t
he
say
that
that
tunnel
was
hardly
safe
nowadays
even
for
Diesel
engines
?
"
"
Why
do
you
bring
that
up
?
"
snapped
Mitchum
.
"
I
haven
’
t
said
anything
!
"
Dick
Horton
,
the
division
chief
engineer
,
had
quit
three
days
after
Mitchum
’
s
arrival
.
"
I
thought
I
’
d
just
mention
it
,
"
the
road
foreman
answered
innocently
.
"
Look
,
Dave
,
"
said
Bill
Brent
,
knowing
that
Mitchum
would
stall
for
another
hour
rather
than
formulate
a
decision
,
"
you
know
that
there
’
s
only
one
thing
to
do
:
hold
the
Comet
at
Winston
till
morning
,
wait
for
Number
236
,
have
her
Diesel
take
the
Comet
through
the
tunnel
,
then
let
the
Comet
finish
her
run
with
the
best
coal
-
burner
we
can
give
her
on
the
other
side
.
"
"
But
how
late
will
that
make
her
?
"
Brent
shrugged
.
"
Twelve
hours
—
eighteen
hours
—
who
knows
?
"
"
Eighteen
hours
—
for
the
Comet
?
Christ
,
that
’
s
never
happened
before
!
"
