“Twelve o’clock precisely.”
“Does it stop there?”
“Not at the station. It stops at the junction of our western division south of the town to take water and get instructions from Sampson, the train dispatcher here in Shelby. It is the last stop the limited makes before reaching Shelby.”
“A run of eighteen miles, isn’t it?”
“Nearly that.”
“What is the next stop north?”
“Amherst, fourteen miles beyond North Dayton.”
“There is a block-signal tower at the North Dayton Junction, I infer.”
“Yes, certainly.”
“Who is the night operator?”