No attention was paid to his signals, and a minute later the train had disappeared.
There would not be another for two days, and the young engineer gazed about him with dismay.

Port aux Basques appeared to be only a railway terminus, offering no accommodation for travellers, and presenting, with its desolate surroundings, a scene of cheerless inhospitality.
"That's what I call tough luck!" exclaimed White Baldwin, sympathetically.
"Isn't it ?" responded Cabot; "and what I am to do with myself in this dreary place after you are gone, I can't imagine." "Seems to me you'd better stay right where you are, and run up the coast with us to St.George's Bay, where there is another station at which you can take the next train." "I should like to," replied Cabot, "if you would allow me to pay for my passage; but I don't want to impose upon your hospitality any longer." "Nonsense!" exclaimed White.

"You are already doing your full share of the work aboard here, and even if you weren't of any help, I should be only too happy to have you stay with us until the end of the run, for the pleasure of your company." "That settles it," laughed Cabot.

"I will go with you as far as St.
George's, and be glad of the chance.

But, while we are here, I think I ought to send in the news about the 'Lavinia.'" As White agreed that this should be done at once, Cabot was set ashore, and made his way to the railway telegraph office, where he asked the operator to whom in St.Johns he should send the news of a wreck.
"What wreck ?" asked the operator.
"Steamer 'Lavinia.'" "There's no need to send that to anybody, for it's old news, and went through here last night as a press despatch.