Again the enemy’s whistle sounded ominously near. There was no chance to argue about anything now. The men leaped to their places, and “The General” was quickly gotten under way.
Watson looked at Jenks, next to whom he was huddled in the tender.
“How long is this sort of thing to be kept up?” he asked. “I’d far rather get out and fight the fellows than run along this way!”
Jenks brushed the rain from his grimy face but made no answer.
“This all comes from that fatal delay at Kingston,” announced Macgreggor. “We would be just an hour ahead if it hadn’t been for those wretched freight trains.”
The enemy’s engine gave an exultant whistle. “Vic-to-ry! Vic-to-ry!” it seemed to shriek.