She swung back when the cars lurched round a curve, and the measured roll of wheels changed to a sharp, broken din.
The train was running on to the trestle and Lister saw the water shine below the platform.

He got up, and moving quietly, seized the girl's arm and pulled her from the rails.
"A jolt might throw you off," he said.
She looked up with a start and the blood came to her skin, but she gave him a quick, searching glance.

Lister was athletic, his face was bronzed by frost and sun, and his look was frank.

She lowered her eyes and her color faded.
"Does the train stop soon ?" she asked.
"If the engineer's lucky, we won't stop until he makes the next water-tank, and it's some distance." She turned with a quick, nervous movement and glanced at the door.
Lister imagined she was afraid somebody might come out.
"Could one persuade or bribe the conductor to pull up ?" Lister hesitated.

He knew the train gang and was a railroad boss, but the company was spending a large sum in order to cut down the time-schedule and somebody must account for all delay.
"I think not.