Chapter VII

Meantime, while Hilda lay trembling in the hay, several things were happening at the Junction. Dan Stevens, with his eyes a little brighter than usual—which is saying a great deal, for they were unusually bright, keen eyes—hung up the receiver and handed the ’phone over to the station agent: “Call up Dad for me, will you, Sandy, while I get that train dispatcher!” He put his face close to the grated window, laid two of his fingers to his lips and sent forth a whistle that rivaled his signals at Platt’s Crossing. “O…