Bet you they have had an accident of some kind." "Ask the porter." "I did.

He don't know." "Maybe they stopped to take on wood or water, or something." "Well, they wouldn't use the emergency brakes for that, would they?
Why, this train stopped almost in her own length.

Pretty near slung me out the berth.

Those were the emergency brakes.

I heard some one say so." From far out towards the front of the train, near the locomotive, came the sharp, incisive report of a revolver; then two more almost simultaneously; then, after a long interval, a fourth.
"Say, that's SHOOTING.