CHAPTER XIX.
ORANGE BLOSSOMS AMONG THE SNOW.
So holding the dead boy in his arms, the engineer contriving to do the firing, they journey slowly along the road to Bridger.
Here, finding telegraphic communication is still cut off with Evanston, they know it is safe to run on to Carter.
From the freight train at this point they fortunately get a man to do the firing of the locomotive, Lawrence paying him for the same.
The sun is rising as they pass the Carter tank, and the engineer tells them he thinks they have got coal enough, as they are on a down grade, to take them to Granger, for the snow is not so deep here as it was up the mountain.
Finding no orders have been received at this point, they keep on, and finally, about seven o'clock in the morning, they can see the passenger train from the East, side-tracked half a mile ahead of them at Granger.
"I can't take you any further—I have got no coal—and I don't know what the company will say to my doing what I have done!" mutters the engineer, who is now apparently anxious as to what the Union Pacific will think of his night's performance.
"Here's one hundred dollars!" remarks Lawrence.
"No, I did it because the young lady had been kind to my child!" and the man shakes his head.