“Now, all together—ahead with her!” shouted Tommy, flourishing his arms like the director of an orchestra.
“Steady, Tommy.”
“Steady!” yelled my mouthpiece.
The dummy moved slowly forward, till the drive-wheels came to the iron track.
“Put on the brakes! Stop her!” shouted Tommy, as I gave him the word.
The passage of the wheels from the planks down to the iron track involved some difficulty; but, by the aid of rocks and a couple of iron bars, the transit was effected, and the dummy was safely deposited on the rails in just an hour after the work began.
“Three cheers for the Lake Shore Railroad!” shouted one of the students, in the violence of his enthusiasm, when the job was completed.
They were given with a will.
“Three more for Wolf Penniman,” added another student; and I was duly complimented, for which I took off my cap and bowed my acknowledgments.
“Don’t forget Tommy,” I whispered to one of the fellows.