“Say, that fireman of yours!” shouted young Clark—“there he goes.”
The locomotive was fairly upon the obstruction now. Ralph stuck to the lever, setting his lips firmly, a little pale, his muscles twitching slightly under the stress of excitement and suspense.
“Zing!” remarked the cool comrade of the young engineer—“we’re there!”
At that moment a flying form shot from the running board of the locomotive. Lemuel Fogg had jumped.
CHAPTER III
ONE OF THE RULES
Locomotive No. 999 landed against the bumper of the gondola car with a sharp shock. However, there was no crash of consequence. The headlight radiance now flooded fully the obstruction. Young Clark suddenly shouted:
“Look out!”