“Everything all right, Donohue?” he asked.
Jawn growled and looked back at the coal in the tender.
“She ain't much of an engine,” he replied.
Harvey looked her over. She was an ordinary light yard engine with a footboard in place of the pilot and with a sloping tank. He called to the yard master who stood near.
“Haven't you got a better engine than this, Pratt?”
Pratt came across the platform.
“I understood you wanted an old one,” he said.
“We do,” replied Harvey; “but we want one that will hold a little water, and one that can make time if necessary.”
“Shall I change, sir?”
“It rests with the engineer. Donohue, can you do anything with this engine?”