Minute after minute passed, however, and Jack did not reappear. The silence became ominous.
“Surely he should be over by this time, and we should have had a glimpse of his light,” said the chief. “Unless—”
An electrifying cry of “There he is!” interrupted him, and all momentarily saw a tiny, twinkling light, and a small dark figure shooting along the distant track.
A moment after the buzz of excited hope as suddenly died. From the north came a long, low-pitched “Too—oo, too—oo, oo, oo!”
The train!
“How far up, Allen?”
“Three miles.”
The superintendent groaned. “He’ll never do it! He’ll never do it! She’ll be at the bridge in five minutes!”
