You rascals cut the wires.

We could have mended them at the nearer point, but the wires were cut, too, at the scene of the blow-out.

Oh, but you have been a thorn in our sides!" From the crowd that still lingered outside came a cheer.

Tom Reade sprang to the nearest door, throwing it open.
"Listen!" he shouted.
The sound that had started the crowd to cheering was repeated again.
_Too-oo-oo-oot_! "It's the train!" cried Reade joyously.

"It can't be more than two or three miles below here, either.