Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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by a long, muffled whistle from theeast. The Express! he exclaimed, and in keenanxiety awaited the next whistle. Would it befor the crossing this side of the bonfire, or— It came, a series of quick, sharp toots. Yes;they had seen the fire ! Good! good! She s safe at any rate, saidAlex, at once running on. A few minutes later he suddenly appeared inMrs. Moores kitchen. Mrs. Moore, where is your new copper-bot-tomed boiler? I must have it, quick, said Alex. What! My new wash-boiler? Yes; the copper-bottomed one. It s a matterof life and death! The astonished woman hesitated, then, wonder-ingly, pointed toward the outer kitchen; Alexran thither, and quickly reappeared with the finenew boiler on his shoulder. And I must have that kettle of boiling water,he added, on a thought. I 11 explain later.And catching it from the stove, he rushed away. As he ran Alex further formed his plans, andonce more at the station, he placed the kettle onthe office stove, emptied the bluestone into it, and
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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR, THE CENTER OF ALL EYES, WAS THE FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLDBOY HURRIEDLY WORKING WITH CHISEL AND HAMMER. 119 120 THE BOY WHO KNEW HOW poked up the fire. Then, with a hammer andchisel, he attacked the copper bottom of the boiler. He w«as still pounding and cutting when pres-ently there was the sound of hurried footstepswithout, the door flew open, and a voice ex-claimed : For goodness sake, young man, whatare you doing? Why are you not at your wire,trying to stop the other train? It was none other than the division superinten-dent of the road, who had been aboard the Sunset. Only pausing a moment in his work, Alex re-plied : I cant reach anybody, sir, the wire is soweak; and I am making a battery of that water-cooler, to strengthen it. It s the only hope, sir. The superintendent uttered a horrified excla-mation, then quickly added: Here, cant I help? Yes, sir, replied Alex, promptly. Lift upthe stove and slide out the floor-board. I musthave the sheet of zinc off it.

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