John Carisford

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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.
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John Carisford ../../ (1911)

Lingering for a few moments to get a last glimpse of the disappearing platform he heard the inner door of the car open and out of the corner of his eye he saw that the new-comers were Colonel Carson and the lawyer, Aylward. That they had not seen him in his corner was quite evident, for they sat down with their backs toward him and continued a conversation in which they had been engrossed.
"This is certainly a great train," said Colonel Carson; "much better than anything we have on the Kansas Central."
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John Carisford ../../ (1911)

At this instant Winter ran up to Jack.
"It's a trick, Mr. Fletcher," he interrupted. "The house was put there to stop any train that came from Bywater. I've been inside it. There's no furniture, and there are candles alight in the windows to warn a train before she struck the obstacle. It's to delay us while the Kansas Central are laying their rails across our branch."
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