All the time he gazed furtively down the railway tracks.
A long-drawn scream of the laboring engines told of the approaching train at last.

Horses and men pricked up their ears.

The blood of Sim Gage's heart seemed to go to his brain.

He was seized with a panic, but, fascinated by some agency he could not resist, he stood uncertainly until the train came in.

He began to tremble in the unadulterated agony of a shy man about to meet the woman to whom he has made love only in his heart.
Sim Gage's team of young and wild horses across the street began to plunge now, and to entangle themselves dangerously, but he did not cross the street to care for them.