Would the conductor open the door and ask for Philip Sterling, and hand him a fatal dispatch?
How long they seemed to wait.

And then slowly beginning to move, they were off again, shaking, pounding, screaming through the night.

He drew his curtain from time to time and looked out.

There was the lurid sky line of the wooded range along the base of which they were crawling.
There was the Susquehannah, gleaming in the moon-light.

There was a stretch of level valley with silent farm houses, the occupants all at rest, without trouble, without anxiety.