"Do you see any sagging of the track, Mr. Rivers?" Harry called.
"No, sir. Not as much as a sixteenth of an inch at any point,"
responded the foreman. "The job has been a big success."
"We can tell that better after the track has held loads of from five to
eight hundred tons," Harry rejoined. "I believe, however, that we have
the tricks of the savage old Man-killer nailed."
Exultation throbbed in Harry's heart. Outwardly, he did not trust
himself to reveal his great delight. He still followed, watching
anxiously, until the train had passed safely over the Man-killer.
Then a great cheer went up from more than a thousand throats, for many
people had come out from Paloma to watch the test.
The train had gone a quarter of a mile past the western edge of the huge
and once treacherous quicksand. Now the engine was on a temporary turn-
table, waiting to be turned and switched back to bring the train back
over the Man-killer at a swift gait.
"Where's Mr. Reade?" called the president of the road, gazing backward.
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