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But
the
other
passengers
,
all
but
the
stout
gentleman
,
were
awake
;
heads
were
thrust
from
out
the
curtains
,
and
Annixter
,
hurrying
back
to
Hilma
,
was
assailed
by
all
manner
of
questions
.
“
What
was
that
?
”
“
Anything
wrong
?
”
“
What
’
s
up
,
anyways
?
”
Hilma
was
just
waking
as
Annixter
pushed
the
curtain
aside
.
“
Oh
,
I
was
so
frightened
.
What
’
s
the
matter
,
dear
?
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
he
answered
.
“
Only
the
emergency
brakes
.
Just
a
cow
on
the
track
,
I
guess
.
Don
’
t
get
scared
.
It
isn
’
t
anything
.
”
But
with
a
final
shriek
of
the
Westinghouse
appliance
,
the
train
came
to
a
definite
halt
.
At
once
the
silence
was
absolute
.
The
ears
,
still
numb
with
the
long
-
continued
roar
of
wheels
and
clashing
iron
,
at
first
refused
to
register
correctly
the
smaller
noises
of
the
surroundings
.
Voices
came
from
the
other
end
of
the
car
,
strange
and
unfamiliar
,
as
though
heard
at
a
great
distance
across
the
water
.
The
stillness
of
the
night
outside
was
so
profound
that
the
rain
,
dripping
from
the
car
roof
upon
the
road
-
bed
underneath
,
was
as
distinct
as
the
ticking
of
a
clock
.
