The driver waved him aside with his flaring torch, and up trotted the blue-and-gold conductor with his little silver white-light with a frosted flue. "Why didn't you stop at Pee-Wee Junction?" he hissed.
"Is Pee-Wee a stop station?"
"On signal."
"I didn't see no sign."
"I pulled the bell."
"Go on now, you ghost-dancer," said the engineer.
"You idiot!" gasped the exasperated conductor. "Don't you know the old man's on, that he wanted to stop at Pee-Wee to meet the G.M. this morning, that a whole engineering outfit will be idle there for half a day, and you'll get the guillotine?"
"Whew, you have shore got 'em."
"Isn't your bell working?" asked a big man who had joined the group under the cab window.
"I think so, sir," said the driver, as he recognized the superintendent. "Johnny, try that cab bell," he shouted, and the fire-boy sounded the big brass gong.