Lightning Express : $b or, The rival academiesOptic, Oliver
General
Lightning Express : $b or, The rival academies
Optic, Oliver
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Railroad stories
The brakes were put on, and the train stopped at the rude pier
which had been built for the steamer. Major Toppleton had carefully
instructed Captain Underwood, and the boat was ready to start on the
instant. Hardly had the cars stopped before the deck hands began to
load the baggage on the trucks. Everybody worked as if the salvation
of the nation depended upon his individual exertions, and I am afraid
that some of the passengers had occasion to weep as they saw the
rude manner in which their baggage was tossed about. I do not think
it would have taken a moment longer for the men to handle the trunks
respectfully--for this seems to me to be the proper word, since the
feelings of the traveller are so largely centred in his luggage.
Major Toppleton stood on the platform, and drove up the men. He did not
seem to care whose trunk was smashed if he only succeeded in carrying
out his own plans. He had allowed just one hour for the transportation
of the passengers from Middleport to the station in Ucayga, and I
think he would cheerfully have given ten thousand dollars rather than
fail in the enterprise.
Tommy stood on the platform near his father; but there was no
expression of satisfaction on his face. He had labored to defeat the
enterprise in order to overwhelm me. It was disaster to him, and I
am inclined to think he was still holding in lively remembrance the
disobedience of which I had been guilty three months before.
The trucks, piled high with trunks and valises, were wheeled on the
forward deck of the Middleport, from which they could be rolled to the
baggage car on the other side when the train arrived. The boat started.
The long experience of Captain Underwood enabled him to clear or make
a landing in the shortest possible time. But fifteen minutes had been
allowed for getting the passengers over, and I had the satisfaction
of seeing the trucks on the platform upon the other side of the river
full five minutes before the train was due. My anxiety had come to an
end. I looked upon the Lightning Express as a glorious triumph, and,
in contrast with it, I could not help thinking how cheap and mean we
should have felt if the train had rushed off before the passengers
arrived. The failure would have been charged upon me, and I am afraid I
could not have saved myself by exposing the conspiracy which had been
instigated by Tommy.
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