"No; it was a freight, and the crew escaped. It was a rather narrow escape, though, for the engineer, and fireman."
"You were putting it back on the track?" she asked.
"There isn't much of it left to put back, as you may have observed," said Lidgerwood. Then he told her of the explosion and the fire.
She was silent for a few moments, but afterward she went on, half-gropingly he thought.
"Is that part of your work—to get the trains on the track when they run off?"
He laughed. "I suppose it is—or at least, in a certain sense, I'm responsible for it. But I am lucky enough to have a wrecking-boss—two of them, in fact, and both good ones."
She looked up quickly, and he was sure that he surprised something more than a passing interest in the serious eyes—a trouble depth, he would have called it, had their talk been anything more than the ordinary conventional table exchange.
"We saw you go down to speak to two of your men: one who wore his hat pulled down over his eyes and made dreadful faces at you as he talked——"
"That was McCloskey, our trainmaster," he cut in.
"And the other——?"