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“You know,” said poor Joslyn, describing it to me, “I should never have done it alone; August would never have done it alone; no, I do not think that Bill Todhunter himself would have done it alone. But our heads were full of it. We had thought of it and thought of it till we did not think of much else; and here was everything ready, and neither of us was afraid, and neither of us chose to have the others think he was afraid. I did say, what was the truth, that I had never meant to try it with a train. I had only thought that we should apply to the supe, and that he would get up a little excursion party of gentlemen,–editors, you know, and stockholders,–who would like to do it together, and that I should have the pleasure and honor of taking them over. But Todhunter poohed at that. He said all the calculations were made for the inertia of a full train, that that was what the switch was graded for, and that everything would have to be altered if any part of the plan were altered. Besides, he said the superintendent would never agree, that he would insist on consulting the board and the chief engineer, and that they would fiddle over it till Christmas.

“`No,’ said Bill, `next Wednesday, or never! If you will not do it then, I will put the tracks back again.’ August Todhunter said nothing; but I knew he would do what we agreed to, and he did.

“So at last I said I would jump it on Wednesday night, if the night was fine. But I had just as lief own to you that I hoped it would not be fine. Todhunter– Bill Todhunter, I mean–was to leave the switch open after the freight had passed, and to drive up to the Widow Jones’s Cross Road. There he would have a lantern, and I would stop and take him up. He had a right to stop us, as chief of repairs. Then we should have seven miles down-grade to get up our speed, and then–we should see!

“Mr. Ingham, I might have spared myself the hoping for foul weather. It was the finest moonlight night that you ever knew in October. And if Bill Todhunter had weighed that train himself, he could not have been better pleased,–one baggage-car, one smoking-car, two regular first-class, and two palaces: she run just as steady as an old cow! We came to the Widow Jones’s, square on time; and there was Bill’s lantern waving. I slowed the train: he jumped on the tender without stopping it. I `up brakes’ again, and then I told Flanagan, my fireman, to go back to the baggage-car, and see if they would lend me some tobacco. You see, we wanted to talk, and we didn’t want him to see. `Mr. Todhunter and I will feed her till you come back,’ says I to Flanagan. In a minute after he had gone, August Todhunter came forward on the engine; and, I tell you, she did fly!

“`Not too fast,’ said Bill, `not too fast: too fast is as bad as too slow.’

“`Never you fear me,’ says I. `I guess I know this road and this engine. Take out your watch, and time the mile-posts,’ says I; and he timed them. `Thirty-eight seconds,’ says he; `thirty-seven and a half, thirty-six, thirty-six, thirty-six,’–three times thirty-six, as we passed the posts, just as regular as an old clock! And then we came right on the mile-post you know at Old Flander’s. `Thirty-six,’ says Bill again. And then she took the switch,–I can hear that switch-rod ring under us now Mr. Ingham,–and then–we were clear!

“Wasn’t it grand? The range was a little bit up, you see, at first; but it seemed as if we were flying just straight across. All the rattle of the rail stopped, you know, though the pistons worked just as true as ever; neither of us said one word, you know; and she just flew–well, as you see a hawk fly sometimes, when he pounces, you know, only she flew so straight and true! I think you may have dreamed of such things. I have; and now,–now I dream it very often. It was not half a minute, you know, but it seemed a good long time. I said nothing and they said nothing; only Bill just squeezed my hand. And just as I knew we must be half over,–for I could see by the star I was watching ahead that we were not going up, but were falling again,–do you think the rope by my side tightened quick, and the old bell on the engine gave one savage bang, turned right over as far as the catch would let it, and stuck where it turned! Just that one sound, everything else was still; and then she landed on the rails, perhaps seventy feet inside the ravine, took the rails as true and sweet as you ever saw a ship take the water, hardly touched them, you know, skimmed–well, as I have seen a swallow skim on the sea; the prettiest, well, the tenderest touch, Mr. Ingham, that ever I did see! And I could just hear the connecting rods tighten the least bit in the world behind me, and we went right on.