After about half a minute, Westy and I just sat staring at each other, listening.
"That's funny," he said; "it seems to be going farther away."
"It sounds like the trains when you hear them at Temple Camp," I said.
He said, "That isn't our train, it's another train; it's over that way. We didn't hear it before, on account of ours."
I guess neither of us said anything for about half a minute, and all the while we could hear the rattling of the train, away off somewhere.
I said, "Westy, we're slowing down; it feels kind of funny; do you notice?"
"How?" he said.
"We're slowing down and there isn't any knocking of the cars against each other."
We both listened and all the while we could hear the rattling of a train far away.
"It feels just the same as it felt when we rolled down the siding," I said; "I don't know, kind of funny—easy like."