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"
If
we
go
to
the
cutting
,
"
said
Peter
,
"
we
shall
see
the
workmen
,
even
if
we
miss
the
paperchase
.
"
Of
course
it
had
taken
some
time
to
get
the
line
clear
from
the
rocks
and
earth
and
trees
that
had
fallen
on
it
when
the
great
landslip
happened
.
That
was
the
occasion
,
you
will
remember
,
when
the
three
children
saved
the
train
from
being
wrecked
by
waving
six
little
red-flannel-petticoat
flags
.
It
is
always
interesting
to
watch
people
working
,
especially
when
they
work
with
such
interesting
things
as
spades
and
picks
and
shovels
and
planks
and
barrows
,
when
they
have
cindery
red
fires
in
iron
pots
with
round
holes
in
them
,
and
red
lamps
hanging
near
the
works
at
night
.
Of
course
the
children
were
never
out
at
night
;
but
once
,
at
dusk
,
when
Peter
had
got
out
of
his
bedroom
skylight
on
to
the
roof
,
he
had
seen
the
red
lamp
shining
far
away
at
the
edge
of
the
cutting
.
The
children
had
often
been
down
to
watch
the
work
,
and
this
day
the
interest
of
picks
and
spades
,
and
barrows
being
wheeled
along
planks
,
completely
put
the
paperchase
out
of
their
heads
,
so
that
they
quite
jumped
when
a
voice
just
behind
them
panted
,
"
Let
me
pass
,
please
.
"
It
was
the
hare
--
a
big-boned
,
loose-limbed
boy
,
with
dark
hair
lying
flat
on
a
very
damp
forehead
.
The
bag
of
torn
paper
under
his
arm
was
fastened
across
one
shoulder
by
a
strap
.
The
children
stood
back
.
The
hare
ran
along
the
line
,
and
the
workmen
leaned
on
their
picks
to
watch
him
.
He
ran
on
steadily
and
disappeared
into
the
mouth
of
the
tunnel
.
"
That
's
against
the
by-laws
,
"
said
the
foreman
.
"
Why
worry
?
"
said
the
oldest
workman
;
"
live
and
let
live
's
what
I
always
say
.
Ai
n't
you
never
been
young
yourself
,
Mr.
Bates
?
"
"
I
ought
to
report
him
,
"
said
the
foreman
.
"
Why
spoil
sport
's
what
I
always
say
.
"
"
Passengers
are
forbidden
to
cross
the
line
on
any
pretence
,
"
murmured
the
foreman
,
doubtfully
.
"
He
ai
n't
no
passenger
,
"
said
one
of
the
workmen
.
"
Nor
'
e
ai
n't
crossed
the
line
,
not
where
we
could
see
'
im
do
it
,
"
said
another
.
