Down the great iron way the huge locomotive rushed onward, leaping and bounding across the maze of metals, tearing past the dazzling signal lights, through crowded stations where its passing was like the roar of some earth-shaking monster.

The station-master at Crewe unhooked his telephone receiver and rang up Liverpool.
"What about this special ?" he demanded.
"Passenger brought off from the Lusitania in a private tug.

Orders are to let her through all the way to London." "I know all about that," the station-master grumbled.

"I have three locals on my hands already,--been held up for half an hour.

Old Glynn, the director's, in one of them too.