“Cheer up, Ruth. We are making a mile a minute through the storm, over slippery rails. We will make it in time.”
Suddenly the emergency brakes came down with a crash, every wheel was locked, and the train slid heavily on the track, hissing, grinding, swaying, the steel rails blazing with sparks.
The Governor sprang from the car. “We’re blocked by a wreck, sir,” the conductor said, touching his cap. “The high water has undermined the track on the river bank.”
Within twenty minutes the engine in front of the wreck was secured, Ruth and Lucy were in the cab, and the engineer and fireman stood reading their orders.
“Gentlemen, I am the Governor,” said a voice by their side.
They looked up.
“This is a matter of life and death. The life of a man—and the life of the little pale woman I helped into your cab. Put this engine into Sing Sing by five minutes to two o’clock and I’ll give you a thousand dollars. Five hundred for each of you.”
The engineer smiled.
“We’ll do it for you, sir, without money. We voted for you.”
The Governor pressed their hands.