The whole line roared metallic curses at the cause of its stoppage.
Even the railroad right of way had been drilled.

Switch engines shunted rows of flats almost between the straddling derrick legs.
Gray's driver had been dumb thus far, now he broke out abruptly: "Speaking about mud; I was crossing this street on a plank the other day when I saw a bran'-new derby lying in the mud and picked it up.
Underneath it was a guy's head.
"'Hullo!' I said.

'You're in pretty deep, ain't you ?' "The feller looked up at me and said: 'This ain't bad.

You'd ought to see my brother.

I'm standing on his shoulders!'" The chauffeur laughed loudly at his own humor.