The freight's behind it, and three more following that.

I guess they're going to try to run them through in a bunch.

They'll be all right--if they can only get past Crestline.

But if they don't--" He rattled and banged at the key for a long moment, cursing softly.
Only the dead "cluck" of a grounded line answered him.

Houston turned to Ba'tiste.
"It looks bad." "_Oui_! But eet depen'-- on the storm.