The engine's bell was clanging steadily, too, after the manner of the engines of "specials." 'Gene Black crowded to the outer edge of the thicket, peering through intently.

The bright headlight of an approaching locomotive soon penetrated this part of the forest.

Then the train rolled swiftly by.
"Humph!" muttered Black.

"Only an engine, a baggage car and one day coach.

That kind of train can't carry much in the way of relief." As the train passed out of sight the engine sent back a screeching whistle.
"The engineer is laughing at you, Black," jeered Tom.
"Let him," sneered the other.