For the last time, are you going to answer my question ?" "I've told you the truth," Reade insisted.

"If you won't believe me, then there is nothing more to be said." "You lie, if you insist that you don't know the signatures for tonight!" cried Black savagely.
"All right, then," sighed Tom.

"I can't tell you what I don't know." From off in the distance came the shrill too-oo-oot! of a locomotive.
Tom Reade heard, and, despite his fears for his safety, an exclamation of joy escaped him.
"Oh, you needn't build any false hopes," sneered Black.

"That whistle doesn't come from the through train.

It's one of the locomotives that the S.B.