His cheek grew pale, but his lips still smiled
As he slipped from his shoulder the startled child,
Nor even forgot in his haste to place
A good-bye kiss on the upturned face;
Then he sprang to the street with a bound and gazed
Intent, at the spot where the fire blazed.
Barely a glance was enough to tell
It was a car which he knew full well—
Shipped in bond by a fast freight line,
Bound for a great Sonora mine—