Then his knee touched something--a chain.

He caught it with his other hand.

He lay there, crouching, gripping wherever he could, his fingernails breaking, an intolerable pain in his knee, death spinning on either side of him....
* * * * * Back behind the tower, Red Gallagher and his mate bent with horrified faces over the body of the signalman.
"What the hell did you want to plug him for ?" the latter muttered.

"He ain't in the show at all.

You've done us, Red! He's cooked!" Red Gallagher staggered to his feet.