“I don't believe so,” said Rex, “that's what the cow-catcher is for, you know.”
“But the trouble is they don't always catch,” remarked Harry, with an emphatic shake of his head.
“Oh, do you suppose a train may be coming?” asked Nan, with a perceptible little shiver.
“How should we know, goosie?” answered Harry, with a nervous sort of shrug.
“But,” questioned Rex, in business-like fashion, “what are we going to do about it?”
“Well,” said Harry, “I don't see that we can do anything. I haven't an idea where this road can run to. Perhaps it is not used now.”
“Oh, yes, it is,” cried Nan. “Hark!” and she pushed back her sun-bonnet so that she could hear more distinctly.
Yes, surely it was a whistle, all three of the children heard it,—a long way off no doubt; but now they hear it again, and it sounded nearer.
“I think we ought to run down the track and stop the train,” urged Rex.
“But how shall we do it?” Harry exclaimed. “I don't believe they would stop just for our calling; and besides, they might not hear us; we ought to signal somehow.”