Now the engine was on a temporary turn-table, waiting to be turned and switched back to bring the train back over the Man-killer at a swift gait.
"Where's Mr.Reade ?" called the president of the road, gazing backward.
"Someone go for him.

I wish him to be here to see the test made with the train under fast speed." "I'll get Reade, sir," answered Harry, motioning to have his pony brought to him.
Hazelton vanished in a cloud of desert dust.
When he next appeared there was another pony, and Reade astride it.
"You sent for me, sir," said Tom, riding close to the president, then dismounting.
"Yes," Mr.Reade.

"I believed that you should be here to see the test train return." "Very good, sir," was Tom's quiet reply.

He signaled for a workman to come and take charge of his pony.
In a few minutes the short but heavy train started, gaining headway rapidly.

By the time it struck the edge of the possibly conquered quicksand it was moving at the rate of forty miles an hour.
Across the Man-killer the train continued for a mile in the direction of Paloma.
"Now, let us all inspect the track," suggested the president of the railroad company.