John Carisford, ../../ (1911)
“ A moment later they turned the curve, and a scene of activity burst into view that brought a cry of despair to Jack's lips. Gasoline torches burned beside the track. There was a crowd of hurrying workmen in the path of the express. At one side stood a locomotive on the newly laid track to Goldstone. "They've done it!" gasped Jack. "We'll make sure of that," cried Sullivan, and his whistle screeched. The laborers scattered. All but one man cleared off the track. He was a grizzled hair, broad-backed fellow, and was working with all his might pulling a spike from one of the branch rails. ”
