"Never!" cries Lawrence, and piles on more coal—though his heart is cold as the snow-drifts through which the engine plunges.
"We'll be up to the Piedmont switch in a minute. I might as well stop there!" mutters the engineer. "We can't clear the track for 'em and beat 'em too!"
"Put your hand on the reversing lever and you're dead!" cries Lawrence, his pistol at the man's ear.
"Not for my sake!" screams Erma, for she has the man's child in her arms.
"For all our sakes!" answers Harry. "Keep her going—till we can move no more! Then——"
"What?" asks his sweetheart.
"Then Kruger'll trouble you no more; of that be certain!"
"But you?"
"Oh, that doesn't matter."
They are moving quite slowly now, and the girl suddenly cries, "Buck, where are you going?" for the boy has just said, "Good-bye! God bless you, Miss Beauty!"