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He
found
himself
settling
to
the
old
position
on
the
cab
seat
,
leaning
on
his
elbow
from
the
window
,
one
hand
on
the
controller
.
All
at
once
,
the
instinct
of
the
pursuit
that
of
late
had
become
so
strong
within
him
,
prompted
him
to
shoot
a
glance
behind
.
He
saw
the
other
engine
on
the
down
line
,
plunging
after
him
,
rocking
from
side
to
side
with
the
fury
of
its
gallop
.
Not
yet
had
he
shaken
the
trackers
from
his
heels
;
not
yet
was
he
out
of
the
reach
of
danger
.
He
set
his
teeth
and
,
throwing
open
the
fire
-
door
,
stoked
vigorously
for
a
few
moments
.
The
indicator
of
the
steam
gauge
rose
;
his
speed
increased
;
a
glance
at
the
telegraph
poles
told
him
he
was
doing
his
fifty
miles
an
hour
.
The
freight
engine
behind
him
was
never
built
for
that
pace
.
Barring
the
terrible
risk
of
accident
,
his
chances
were
good
.
But
suddenly
—
the
engineer
dominating
the
highway
-
man
—
he
shut
off
his
steam
and
threw
back
his
brake
to
the
extreme
notch
.
Directly
ahead
of
him
rose
a
semaphore
,
placed
at
a
point
where
evidently
a
derailing
switch
branched
from
the
line
.
The
semaphore
’
s
arm
was
dropped
over
the
track
,
setting
the
danger
signal
that
showed
the
switch
was
open
.
In
an
instant
,
Dyke
saw
the
trick
.
They
had
meant
to
smash
him
here
;
had
been
clever
enough
,
quick
-
witted
enough
to
open
the
switch
,
but
had
forgotten
the
automatic
semaphore
that
worked
simultaneously
with
the
movement
of
the
rails
.
To
go
forward
was
certain
destruction
.
Dyke
reversed
.
There
was
nothing
for
it
but
to
go
back
.
With
a
wrench
and
a
spasm
of
all
its
metal
fibres
,
the
great
compound
braced
itself
,
sliding
with
rigid
wheels
along
the
rails
.
Then
,
as
Dyke
applied
the
reverse
,
it
drew
back
from
the
greater
danger
,
returning
towards
the
less
.
Inevitably
now
the
two
engines
,
one
on
the
up
,
the
other
on
the
down
line
,
must
meet
and
pass
each
other
.
Dyke
released
the
levers
,
reaching
for
his
revolver
.
The
engineer
once
more
became
the
highwayman
,
in
peril
of
his
life
.
Now
,
beyond
all
doubt
,
the
time
for
fighting
was
at
hand
.
The
party
in
the
heavy
freight
engine
,
that
lumbered
after
in
pursuit
,
their
eyes
fixed
on
the
smudge
of
smoke
on
ahead
that
marked
the
path
of
the
fugitive
,
suddenly
raised
a
shout
.
“
He
’
s
stopped
.
He
’
s
broke
down
.
Watch
,
now
,
and
see
if
he
jumps
off
.
”
“
Broke
NOTHING
.
HE
’
S
COMING
BACK
.
Ready
,
now
,
he
’
s
got
to
pass
us
.
”
The
engineer
applied
the
brakes
,
but
the
heavy
freight
locomotive
,
far
less
mobile
than
Dyke
’
s
flyer
,
was
slow
to
obey
.
The
smudge
on
the
rails
ahead
grew
swiftly
larger
.
“
He
’
s
coming
.
He
’
s
coming
—
look
out
,
there
’
s
a
shot
.
He
’
s
shooting
already
.
”
