To go on
was death. To stand still was the same. No speed which he could give his
train by backing would enable it to escape those uncontrolled cars. He
sent his fireman back to the first car, with orders to uncouple the
engine. He whistled 'on brakes' to his train, so that it should be held
on the grade safely. And he, and the engine alone, went on up that
grade, and met that flying mass of freight. He saved two hundred
people's lives. Yet that man, two years before, had tried to burn alive
forty of his fellow-men. Was that man good or bad?"
"Really, chum, if you ask it as a conundrum, I give it up. But there are
thoroughly and wholly good things in this world, and one of them is this
stuffing. Would it be possible for a fellow to have a second help?"
Peter smiled. "Jenifer always makes the portions according to what is to
follow, and I don't believe he'll think you had better. Jenifer, can Mr.
D'Alloi have some more stuffing?"
"Yissah," said Jenifer, grinning the true darkey grin, "if de gentmun
want't sell his ap'tite foh a mess ob potash.
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