Phil leaned over the rail, peering into the mist.
The track, just a little way ahead of them, took a sudden bend around a high point of land. And on beyond the hill they saw the smoke of an engine belching up into the air like so many explosions.
"I guess that settles it," said the boy. His face was, perhaps, a little more pale than usual, but in no other way did he show any emotion.
"Shall we tell the men to jump, then go over ourselves?"
"No; we should all be killed. We will stay and see it through.
The men are better off inside the car."
A yell from Teddy, sounding faint and far away, caused Billy to lean out and look back.
"Turn on your sand! Turn on your sand! She's slipping!" howled Teddy.
"We haven't any sand. D'you think this is a trolley car?"
Just then Teddy caught sight of the smoke ahead of them.
He pointed. His voice seemed to fail him all at once.
"It looks as if we would get all the publicity we want in about a minute, Billy," said Phil, smiling easily. "We shall not be likely to know anything about it, though," he added.