It was a bad night for railroading, and the instruments in the office clicked incessantly6 as the dispatchers laboured, with tense faces, to keep their trains straight. The wires were working badly under the burden of snow and sleet; some were crossed, some were down, and the instruments slurred7 the dots and dashes which rattled8 over them in a way that brought a line of worry between the eyes of the men upon whom rested so great a responsibility.
As for the less experienced operators along the line, they were—to use the expressive9 phrase usually applied10 to them—“up in the air.” They ? 44 ? knew that a single mistake might cost the lives of a score of people, and yet how were mistakes to be avoided when the instruments, instead of their usual clear-cut enunciation11, stuttered and stammered12 and chattered13 meaninglessly. It was one of those crises which grow worse with each passing moment; when nerves, strained to snapping, finally give way; when brains, aching with anxiety, suddenly refuse to work; when, in a word, there is a break in the system to which even the smallest cog is necessary.
So it was that the trainmaster, having swallowed his supper hastily, had hurried back to the office, and stood now peering out into the night, chewing nervously14 the end of a cigar which he had forgotten to light, and listening to the instruments clattering15 wildly on the tables behind him. Although there were two of them, and their clatter16 never ceased, he followed without difficulty the story which each was telling, for he had risen to his present position after long years at the key.
Allan West had also hurried back to the office as soon as he had eaten his supper. It seemed to him that disaster was in the air; besides, he might be needed to carry a message, or for some other service, and he wanted to be on hand. It had been a hard day, for he had toiled17 back and forth18 across the slippery yards a score of times, but he forgot his fatigue19 as he sat there and listened to the crazy instruments and realized the tremendous odds20 against which the dispatchers were fighting.
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For the trains must be moved, and as nearly on time as human effort could do it. There is no stopping a railroad because of unfavourable weather. The movement of trains ceases only when an accident breaks the road in two or wreckage21 blocks the track, and then only until arrangements can be made to détour them past the place where the accident has occurred. When this cannot be done, a train is run to the spot from either side, and passengers, mail, and baggage transferred.
And then the passengers get a fleeting22 and soon-forgotten glimpse of how the road is struggling to set things right again. For as they hurry past the place, they see a gang of men—a hundred, perhaps—toiling23 like the veriest galley-slaves to repair the damage; they see a huge derrick grappling with wrecked24 cars and engines and swinging them out of the way; they see locomotives puffing25 and hauling, and in command of it all, two or three haggard and dirt-begrimed men whom no one would recognize as the well-dressed and well-groomed gentlemen who fill the positions of superintendent26, trainmaster, and superintendent of maintenance of way. All this the passengers pause a moment to contemplate27, as one looks at a play at the theatre; then they hasten on and forget all about it. As for the labourers, they do not even raise their heads. It is no play for them, but deadly earnest. They have been toiling in just that fashion ? 46 ? for hours and hours; they will keep doggedly28 at it until the road is open.
To-night a dozen passengers in the luxuriantly appointed Pullmans of the east-bound flyer were fuming29 and fretting30 because their train was ten minutes late. They complained to the conductor; they expressed their opinion of the road at length and in terms the most uncomplimentary. They vowed31 one and all that never again would they travel by this route. Not that the delay really made any difference to any of them; but average human nature seems to be so constituted that it is most deeply annoyed by trifles. And the conductor reassured32 them, talked confidently of making up the lost time, did his best to keep them cheerful and contented33, joked and laughed and seemed to be thinking about anything rather than the storm which swirled34 and howled outside. Only for an instant, as he passed from one coach to another, and found himself alone, did the careless smile leave his lips. His face lined with anxiety as he glanced out through the door of the vestibule at the driving snow, and he shook his head. Then he resumed his jaunty35 air and passed on into the next coach.
Every profession has its ethics—some citadel36, some point of honour, which must be defended to the death. The physician may not refuse a call for aid, may not hesitate to risk his own life in the work of saving others—that is the implied agreement he makes with humanity when he accepts his ? 47 ? diploma. The captain may not leave his ship until the last passenger has done so; his life is negligible and worthless in comparison with that of any passenger on board; if his passengers cannot be saved, he must go down with them; to think of his own life at such a time is to confess himself a coward and a traitor37 to a noble calling. The conductor of a passenger-train occupies much the same position. He is responsible for his train and his passengers; never must he seem worried, or admit that there is any danger; he must front death with a smile on his lips, and when the crash comes, his first duty is to the men and women entrusted38 to his charge. And what a glorious commentary it is on human nature that so few, brought face to face with that duty, seek to evade39 it!
Back in the dispatchers’ office, the situation grew worse and worse. The dispatcher in charge of the east end had lost a freight-train. He supposed that it was somewhere between two stations, but it was long overdue40, and the conviction began to be forced upon him that it had somehow got past a station unnoticed and unreported, in the snow and storm. The operator swore it hadn’t; swore that he had not slept a second; swore that he had kept a sharp lookout41 for the train, and hazarded the opinion that it had run off the track somewhere. The dispatcher retorted that when he wanted his opinion he would ask for it; and in the meantime that section ? 48 ? of track was closed until the missing train could be found.
A missing train! The words send a shiver through the bravest. Somewhere, out yonder in the storm, it is careening along the rails; its crew is confident that its passage has been noted42 by the operator at the last station, and that the dispatcher will keep clear the track ahead. They do not suspect their peril43; they do not know that another train may be speeding toward them, and that, in a few minutes, there will be a roar, a crash, the shriek44 of escaping steam, and then the cruel tongues of flame licking around the wrecked cars. So the fireman bends to his task, the engineer stares absently out into the night, his hand on the throttle45, the front brakeman dozes46 upon the fireman’s box, and back in the caboose, the conductor and hind-end brakeman engage in a social game of seven-up—
In safety, this time; for the dispatcher is one who knows his business and takes no chances. Proceeding47 on the theory that the train has got past, he keeps the track clear and holds up the road’s traffic until the missing train can be found. Which, of course, is as soon as it reaches the next station—for on that end of the road, every operator, knowing what is wrong, has his eyes wide open. A mighty48 sigh of relief goes up as it is reported; traffic starts again with a rush. And the next day, ? 49 ? the operator who swore so positively49 that the train had not got past was hunting another job.
The dispatcher in charge of the west end was doing his best to keep the track clear for Number Two, the east-bound flyer, the premier50 train of the road, with right of way over everything; but there was no telling what any train would do on such a night, and the flyer had already been held ten minutes at Vienna because a freight-train had stuck on the hill east of there and had to double over. The dispatcher set his teeth and vowed that there should be no more delay if he had to hold every other train on the division until the flyer passed. But freight conductors have a persuasive51 way with them, and when Lew Johnson reported from Lyndon at 8.40 that his train was made up, engine steaming finely, and that he could make Wadsworth easily in half an hour, the dispatcher yielded and told him to come ahead.
But Johnson had exaggerated a little, for his wife was sick and he was anxious to get home to her; the engine was not steaming so well, after all, the flues got to leaking, and when the train finally coasted down the grade into the yards at Wadsworth, the flyer was only ten minutes behind. Still, a miss is as good as a mile, and the dispatcher heaved a sigh of relief, as he looked out from the window and saw the freight pull into the yards. He stood staring a moment longer, then sprang to his key and began calling Musselman.
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The trainmaster swung around sharply.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“An extra west has just pulled out of the yards,” gasped52 the dispatcher. “It had orders to start as soon as Number Two pulled in. The engineer must have thought that freight was the flyer,” and he kept on calling Musselman.
In a moment came the tick-tick, tick-tick, which told that the operator at Musselman had heard the call.
“Flag Number Two!” commanded the dispatcher, “and hold till arrival extra west.”
There was an instant’s suspense53; then the reply came ticking slowly in:
“Number Two just passed. Was just going to report her.”
The dispatcher leaned back in his chair, his face livid, and stared mutely at the trainmaster.
“There’s no night office between here and Musselman,” he said, hoarsely54. “There’ll be a head-end inside of ten minutes.”
Allan had listened with white face. He shut his eyes for an instant and fancied he could see the passenger and freight rushing toward each other through the night. Then, suddenly, he sprang erect55.
“Do you know the number of that outside wire on the lower cross-arm?” he asked the trainmaster.
“Yes—fifteen—”
“Can you cut it in?”
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“Of course—but what—”
“No matter—do it!” cried Allan, and sat down at the key, while the trainmaster went mechanically to the switchboard and pushed the proper plug into place.
“J—J—J!” Allan called. “J—J—J!”
Would Jim hear? Was he within call of his instrument? Perhaps he was in some other part of the house; perhaps he was not at home at all. Even if he were, how would he be able—
Then, suddenly, the circuit was broken, and as Allan held down his key, there came the welcome tick-tick, tick-tick, which told that Jim had answered.
“Flag Number Two!”
Allan’s hand was trembling so that he could scarcely control the key.
“R—R,” clamoured Jim. “Repeat—repeat!”
Small wonder that he doubted he had heard correctly!
“Flag Number Two—quick—collision!”
This time Allan controlled the trembling of his hand and sent the message clearly.
“O. K.,” flashed back the answer, and Jim was gone, forgetting in his agitation56 to close his key.
“Who is it?” demanded Mr. Schofield, who had listened to this interchange with strained attention.
“It’s Jim Anderson,” Allan explained. “He lives in that house right by the track about a mile ? 52 ? west of here. He and I rigged up a private line—Mr. Mickey let us use that old wire. Perhaps he’ll be in time.”
“Perhaps—perhaps,” agreed the trainmaster; but he did not permit himself to hope. The chance was too slender. How was the boy to flag the train? How could he make the engineer see him through that driving snow? It was absurd to suppose it could be done.
“I think we’d better order out the wrecking-train,” he said, to the chief-dispatcher. “Call up a couple of doctors, too; we’ll probably need them; and tell the hospital to have its ambulance at the station here before we get back. As for that fool who made the mistake—”
He stopped abruptly57. For, in the driving snow, the mistake was not so surprising, after all—the flyer was running ten minutes late, and the freight had come in exactly on her time—two facts with which the crew of the extra west could not have been familiar.
“Perhaps he’s paid for it with his life by now,” added the trainmaster, after a moment, and started toward the telephone to order the wrecking-train got ready.
Then, suddenly, he stopped, rigid58 with expectancy59, for the instrument on the table in front of Allan had begun to sound.
“A—A,” it called. “A—A.”
“Tick-tick, tick-tick,” Allan answered, instantly.
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“I have Number Two, also extra west stopped here,” came the message. “What shall they do?”
“I guess I’ll have to turn this over to you, sir,” said Allan, looking at Mr. Schofield, his eyes bright with emotion. “Don’t send too fast,” he added, with a little, unsteady laugh, as the trainmaster took the key. “Neither Jim nor I is very expert, you know.”
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