An electric spark has touched off a charge of giant powder under the roadbed.
The rails have been blown skyward and a big hole torn out of the roadbed itself.

Even if you had a wrecking crew at the spot at this moment the road couldn't be prepared for traffic inside of twenty-four hours.

NOW, will your through train reach Lineville tonight?
Can your road save its charter _now_ ?" Tom Reade's face turned deathly white.
'Gene Black stood before him, gazing tauntingly into the eyes of the Young Chief engineer..