"This bridge must be terribly high," Westy said; "feel how it shakes in the wind."
"This is a dickens of a spooky place to be," I told him; "especially in a strong wind."
"You said it," Westy answered.
Gee whiz, I've often felt kind of shaky going over a high bridge in a train, but to be left standing in the middle of one; oh, boy!
"Let's go and see what happened," he said.
We got the red lantern from the back platform of the car and went through to the other platform and held it down. There was nothing at all beneath us, except ties very far apart, and the rails and the heavy steel runners outside the rails. The coupling was broken, all right. I guess that coupling must have been an old timer.
"Hang the lantern on the rail," Westy said, "while I get down and see what happened."
"Look out what you're doing," I said; "there's two or three hundred feet of space below you. Watch your step."
He lay on the platform so as to be able to reach down and look down where the coupling was, and find out just what had happened.
"Hold the light down," he said.