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But
nothing
responded
to
the
figures
in
his
mind
;
"
lives
"
was
just
a
word
,
it
had
no
meaning
.
He
raised
the
telephone
receiver
to
his
ear
,
he
called
two
numbers
,
he
summoned
an
engineer
and
a
fireman
to
report
for
duty
at
once
.
Engine
Number
306
had
left
for
Winston
,
when
Dave
Mitchum
came
downstairs
.
"
Get
a
track
motor
car
ready
for
me
,
"
he
ordered
,
"
I
’
m
going
to
run
up
to
Fairmount
.
"
Fairmount
was
a
small
station
,
twenty
miles
east
on
the
line
.
The
men
nodded
,
asking
no
questions
.
Bill
Brent
was
not
among
them
.
Mitchum
walked
into
Brent
’
s
office
.
Brent
was
there
,
sitting
silently
at
his
desk
;
he
seemed
to
be
waiting
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
Fairmount
,
"
said
Mitchum
;
his
voice
was
aggressively
too
casual
,
as
if
implying
that
no
answer
was
necessary
.
"
They
had
a
Diesel
there
couple
of
weeks
ago
.
.
.
you
know
,
emergency
repairs
or
something
.
.
.
I
’
m
going
down
to
see
if
we
could
use
it
.
"
He
paused
,
but
Brent
said
nothing
.
"
The
way
things
stack
up
,
"
said
Mitchum
,
not
looking
at
him
,
"
we
can
’
t
hold
that
train
till
morning
.
We
’
ve
got
to
take
a
chance
,
one
way
or
another
.
Now
I
think
maybe
this
Diesel
will
do
it
,
but
that
’
s
the
last
one
we
can
try
for
.
So
if
you
don
’
t
hear
from
me
in
half
an
hour
,
sign
the
order
and
send
the
Comet
through
with
Number
306
to
pull
her
.
"
Whatever
Brent
had
thought
,
he
could
not
believe
it
when
he
heard
it
.
He
did
not
answer
at
once
;
then
he
said
,
very
quietly
,
"
No
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
,
no
?
"
"
I
won
’
t
do
it
.
"
