No two cities are exactly alike. New York, Boston, London, Paris; all these have their subways, giant tunnels through which thousands upon thousands of workers are hurled1 to their day of toil2. The metropolis3 of our story has no subway; yet far down beneath its busy streets forty, fifty, sixty feet underground, one still finds life. Forty miles of tunnel, a great spider-web network, pass beneath this city.
It was into one of these tunnels that Curlie Carson, while in pursuit of the man who had snatched the precious package from beneath his arm, had entered.
The roaring sound he had heard was the approach and the passing of a tunnel train. But such a train as it was! A narrow, box-like electrical engine shooting out purple sparks; a man with his hand on a lever; a dozen cars the size of a city dumpcart, only narrower and deeper—this was the train; for these trains carry only freight.
Day and night, year in and year out, this endless procession of tiny trains carries coal to the heating plants of giant skyscrapers4 and bears the cinders5 away. By this route, too, thousands of tons of merchandise, shoes and suits, cheese, cabbages, silverware, and socks find their way to the great city department stores or from factory to ship or train.
How many dwellers6 in the great city are conscious of this life that throbs7 on and on beneath them as they walk the city’s streets? Perhaps one in a hundred. Curlie Carson had not so much as heard of these tunnels. Yet he was passing down the narrow stairway that led to a small landing platform. In less than a moment he would be called upon to make an instant decision which might spell victory or utter defeat. And this decision would have to be made in ignorance of that which lay beyond him in those dim caverns9.
It is often so in life. Always we are preparing ourselves for an emergency. Are our eyes bright, our minds clear and free from low thoughts that drug the soul? If so, then we are ready for the sudden, the unexpected. Curlie was ready.
The thing that happened was this: As the boy came stumbling down the last twenty steps of that long stairway, he heard again the ever-increasing rumble10 that told of an approaching train. As he stepped at last upon the dimly lighted platform he saw the man he sought at the far end. The package was under his arm. He was looking the other way.
Curlie was slim but strong, and agile13 as a cat. He had a clear mind. He kept himself fit. He had no dread14 of an encounter.
At this time at least there was to be no encounter. For as Curlie sprang forward the man turned and saw him. At the same instant an empty train came rattling15 around the curve.
Urged on by who knows what desperate need, the stranger played a bold hand. The cars were moving rapidly. Not three feet above them, charged with enough electricity to kill a hundred men, ran a high tension wire. Despite all this, the stranger made a sudden leap, caught the side of a steel car, struggled desperately16, regained17 his balance, and disappeared within its depths.
At that instant Curlie felt hope vanish. Despair gripped his heart. The man with that package, the loss of which meant to him dismissal, disgrace, perhaps a prison, was rattling away. Who could tell whither the car was bound? Knowing nothing of these tunnels, the boy could not so much as guess.
All this passed through his mind like a flash. Cars still bumped and rattled18 by. It was a long, empty train.
The boy looked up the tunnel. Except for a narrow space above, the cars filled the tunnel completely. If he attempted to duplicate that man’s feat8 and failed in the least detail, he would meet instant death.
Yet he could not surrender. Too much was at stake. He had risked too much for others. Now he must risk more for his own honor. With a brief prayer for guidance and protection, he put out both hands, gripped the edge of a steel car, swung his feet high, caught the gleam of copper19 wire above him, felt the shudder20 of steel beneath him and then fell with a force that stunned21 him to the bottom of the car.
For a long time after that the train, bearing its strange cargo22, rattled on and on into the perpetual night that is the tunnel system beneath the great city.
The various sections of this intricate system are placed in exactly the same manner as are the streets of the city. Indeed, at their intersections24 they are plainly marked: “State and Madison,” “Wabash and Monroe,” “Michigan and Jackson.” Had Curlie dared to raise himself from the floor of the car he might at once have determined25 his position in relation to the city above him.
The deadly copper wire warned him down. “Besides,” he reasoned, “what’s the good? One does not rise through fifty feet of clay and sand, rock and cement to burst up from the street like a chick from an egg.”
There is in this tunnel an intricate system of signal lights. Red just ahead warns the operator of the engine that a train will soon cross his path. Green indicates a clear track.
Once, when the lights were against the train and it came to a jolting27 stop, Curlie rose to his knees and stared ahead.
He could hardly make out the intersection23 names, but thought it was Congress and Wabash, a long way from the place he had left when entering upon this surprising adventure.
He looked at his watch. It showed six o’clock. “They’ll be looking for me,” he told himself. “Supposing something happens to me and I do not return at all. They will search the city, the country, over for me.” He thought of good aviation pals28 who would spare no pains to discover his whereabouts.
“But there will be others. Some will believe I have betrayed my trust, carried away that package and left the country to live on stolen riches.”
Riches? What did the package contain? Fritz Lieber had said it was not bank notes. What then could it be?
“Who knows?” he grumbled30 to himself. “Only one thing is certain. My company will be obliged to pay a thousand dollars if I do not get it back. It’s insured for that much, the highest registered letter insurance. I must have it back. I—”
Once more the train came to a jolting stop. This time as he looked ahead he saw that their train stood squarely across another track. Then he saw something that threw him into a panic. The man he had followed so far was coolly climbing out of his car, which at that moment stood on the intersecting track.
It appeared to be true. So closely did the cars hug the wall that it was impossible for him to climb out and follow.
Yet, even as he despaired, the train started again. Nerving himself for a second perilous32 leap, he climbed out as far as he dared and waited.
A second sped into eternity33; another; and another. Ten seconds, and then with a sudden intake34 of breath he threw himself out of the car.
He landed squarely, stumbled, then pitched forward, all but under the grinding wheels. Recovering his poise35, he whirled about to go dashing along the path the fugitive36 had taken.
Curlie was a fast runner. There was a good chance that he might overtake the other one, but his troubles were not at an end.
He sighted his man, redoubled his pace and gained on him yard by yard. Now he was twenty yards behind, now fifteen, now ten, now—
But around a curve came blinding terror, the headlight of a train that, bearing down upon him, threatened instant destruction.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Curlie glanced wildly about him. He found no avenue of escape. Cold and cruel walls were on all sides. The engine and the cars filled all the space before him. It seemed that he must be ground to pulp37.
Even as he despaired, something flashed by him. It was the fugitive.
As when a bear and a wolf are stranded38 upon an island in the flood they become harmless, so for the moment Curlie had forgotten the one he had pursued.
Turning, he attempted to follow, twisted an ankle, fell flat before the on-coming train.
Only the clear brain of an engineer saved him. Brakes screamed, wheels ground, the engine came to a sudden stop, not ten feet from the spot where he had fallen.
But what was this? There came a wisp of smoke, then a sudden flare39 of light. The air was filled with the smell of burning phosphorous and brimstone.
“Matches!” he cried, as he turned to flee. “One of those cars was loaded with matches. The sudden jolt26 has set them off.”
This time the race was joined by a third person, the engineer. A lusty runner he was, too. Full well he knew the danger of being trapped in a narrow subterranean40 passage filled with fumes41.
He outran Curlie. The boy was three yards behind when once more he stumbled and fell.
The fumes were upon him. He could feel them in his eyes, his lungs. They were blinding, stifling42, stupifying. Yet he must not give in.
Once more he was on his feet. He had not gone a dozen paces when there appeared a still greater terror. Before him, slowly, inch by inch, but none the less surely, a pair of massive iron gates were closing.
He understood in an instant. These gates, placed at certain points in the tunnel, were intended for just such an emergency as this. When they were closed and a second pair behind were likewise shut, the fire, a menace to all workers in tunnels, would be confined to a narrow space. The oxygen would soon be burned from the air and the fire extinguished.
“I must make it!” he cried as his knees threatened to betray him. “I must! I must!”
Yet even as he struggled it seemed to him that his case was hopeless. Scarcely two feet of open space remained, and the gates were still slowly closing.
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metropolis
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copper
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fumes
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