Then he thought, how soon might his father on earth be father in heaven, too? He could not say that prayer. The boy, like many an older and wiser than Donny, only cried instead of praying. As he ran along in this sad fashion, something hit against him, whinnying in the dark. It was Ben Bow, the horse he had ridden ever since he was a baby. Now, this comforted the lad incredibly, to have one of the family with him. III. THE old man and the train were now face to face. The locomotive came cautiously, for the shocks had penetrated far up the road, but too fast--far too fast. Where the track had gone to pieces, a mass of twisted rails and tossing sleepers and furrowed earth, a bank--what is called a high bank in Southern topography--raised itself just in the turn of time to have sent the derailed train plunging down. The old Negro watched the approaching flare of the head-light as he ran on, with a grim, defiant eye. "I stump ye!" he said aloud. He shook his trembling, black fist at the locomotive. Stumbling along, his old bundle over one shoulder, and the torpedoes clutched in the other arm, being thus encumbered--for it did not occur to him that he could throw away his bundle, he was so poor--he tripped and fell. His foot caught; it is unknown in what,--in a twisted tie, or perhaps in a crevice of the cracking earth. When he tried to rise, something held the hero down. He reached his whole length forward flat upon the road-bed, and with great precision and with a coolness that one cannot think of now without emotion, he laid one torpedo on each rail, exactly where it needs must lie to give the warning through the crushing wheel. [Illustration: "I STUMP YE!"] [Illustration: "THE STRONG, BLACK FIST WAS CLINCHED."] Now for the second time the old man and the locomotive regarded each other. Her fiery breath was close upon him. Above the uproar of the reeling earth the shriek of the train sounded in his deafened ears. Once again, the strong, black fist was clinched in the approaching monster's face. "I dare ye!" he cried. "Come on! I dare ye!" He pulled himself up with a mighty wrench. But the unknown power held him. He felt the claws of the cow-catcher. He gave one low cry: "Lord, I'd like to got dar an' seen Juno Soo afore she died--" Then he closed his eyes, that he might not see what would happen, clasped his hands above his gray head, and gave his manly soul to God. [Illustration: "HE LAID ONE TORPEDO ON EACH RAIL."] IV. THE anxious and bewildered passengers heard the snap! snap! of the torpedoes, and half of them rushed to the platforms. The engineer signalled "Down brakes!" and the train, with a mighty jolt, came to a stop. A heavy shock shook the night at that instant. The smell of sulphur was strong in the chilly air. The engineer got out with a lantern. The crowd gathered in a moment. At the brink of the scattered track, at the very edge of wreck and death, the train had come to a stand.