Phaeton and I ran to him, and picked him up.
"He's in a fit," said I.
"No," said Phaeton, "I think he has only fainted. Bring water."
I found a pitcher-full in the Box, and we poured it upon his face, which brought him to.
He looked about in a bewildered manner for a moment, then seemed to recollect himself, and turned toward the track. But the train had passed on.
"Phaeton," said he, "will you please stand here and flag a special freight train that will come along in about ten minutes?"
"Certainly, with pleasure," said Phaeton, receiving the flag.
"And after that has passed, haul down the red ball and run up the white one; then turn that second switch and lock it."
"All right!" said Phaeton. "I understand."
Jack then picked up his cap, and started on a run, crossing the public square diagonally, evidently taking the shortest route to the passenger station.