Now, halted, he had turned his pony's head about, watching eagerly the on-coming train.
For two weeks the laborers had been working on the roadbed now running over the Man-killer.

Ties had been laid and rails fastened down.
Apparently the Man-killer had done its worst and had been balked, a seemingly secure roadbed now resting on the once treacherous quicksand.
Construction trains, short and lightly laden, had been moving out over the newly filled in soil for many days, but the train now starting at the edge of the terrible Man-killer was heavier than any equipment that had before been run over the ground.
The president of the A., G.& N.M.R.

R.was there, flanked by half a dozen of the leading directors of the road.

There were other officials there, including General Manager Ellsworth.
"I see Hazelton out yonder," murmured the president of the road.

"But where's that young man Reade, now at the moment when the success of his work is being tested ?" "Goodness knows," rejoined Mr.Ellsworth.