"Why, we are expecting--" "No, there is no one hurt.

A freight has been derailed, and torn up the track a bit.

The passenger train is held up just beyond Fairfield.

It will be a couple of hours, perhaps three, before she arrives." At this point the telegraph instrument clicked.

"Just a minute, Miss Nora, there may be something on the wire." With his fingers on the key he executed some mysterious prestidigitations, wrote down some words, and came to the wicket again.