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“
Yes
.
”
“
Wire
ahead
to
open
it
.
We
’
ll
derail
him
there
.
Come
on
;
”
he
turned
to
Delaney
and
the
others
.
They
sprang
into
the
cab
of
the
locomotive
that
was
attached
to
the
freight
train
.
“
Name
of
the
State
of
California
,
”
shouted
the
sheriff
to
the
bewildered
engineer
.
“
Cut
off
from
your
train
.
”
The
sheriff
was
a
man
to
be
obeyed
without
hesitating
.
Time
was
not
allowed
the
crew
of
the
freight
train
for
debating
as
to
the
right
or
the
wrong
of
requisitioning
the
engine
,
and
before
anyone
thought
of
the
safety
or
danger
of
the
affair
,
the
freight
engine
was
already
flying
out
upon
the
down
line
,
hot
in
pursuit
of
Dyke
,
now
far
ahead
upon
the
up
track
.
“
I
remember
perfectly
well
there
’
s
a
derailing
switch
between
here
and
Pixley
,
”
shouted
the
sheriff
above
the
roar
of
the
locomotive
.
“
They
use
it
in
case
they
have
to
derail
runaway
engines
.
It
runs
right
off
into
the
country
.
We
’
ll
pile
him
up
there
.
Ready
with
your
guns
,
boys
.
”
“
If
we
should
meet
another
train
coming
up
on
this
track
—
—
”
protested
the
frightened
engineer
.
“
Then
we
’
d
jump
or
be
smashed
.
Hi
!
look
!
There
he
is
.
”
As
the
freight
engine
rounded
a
curve
,
Dyke
’
s
engine
came
into
view
,
shooting
on
some
quarter
of
a
mile
ahead
of
them
,
wreathed
in
whirling
smoke
.
“
The
switch
ain
’
t
much
further
on
,
”
clamoured
the
engineer
.
“
You
can
see
Pixley
now
.
”
Dyke
,
his
hand
on
the
grip
of
the
valve
that
controlled
the
steam
,
his
head
out
of
the
cab
window
,
thundered
on
.
He
was
back
in
his
old
place
again
;
once
more
he
was
the
engineer
;
once
more
he
felt
the
engine
quiver
under
him
;
the
familiar
noises
were
in
his
ears
;
the
familiar
buffeting
of
the
wind
surged
,
roaring
at
his
face
;
the
familiar
odours
of
hot
steam
and
smoke
reeked
in
his
nostrils
,
and
on
either
side
of
him
,
parallel
panoramas
,
the
two
halves
of
the
landscape
sliced
,
as
it
were
,
in
two
by
the
clashing
wheels
of
his
engine
,
streamed
by
in
green
and
brown
blurs
.
