"Listen," he said; "I think it's a train."
Away off I could hear a rattling sound, very low and quick—tkd, tkd, tkd, tkd, tkd, tkd, tkd, tkd; then all of a sudden a long, shrill whistle. And I could hear it again, very low, echoing from the mountains.
"She's coming!" Connie shouted up.
"We should worry," I hollered down.
But just the same my hand trembled as I put the piece of glass into the apparatus, and held it there in place.
There wasn't any sign of light anywhere, the cloth stayed as dark as pitch.
"What's the matter?" Pee-wee asked, all breathless.
"It doesn't work," I said. I could hardly speak, and cold shudders were going all through me.
Away far off, there came a big patch of light on one of the mountains, so that we could even see the trees off there. It was from the headlight of a locomotive that we couldn't see yet. I guess it was coming around the mountain.
"All right?" Westy called up out of the window.