Eleanor. "Ouch! Be careful, please!"

"Oh, it won't be long. The porter says they've sent back over the line
to telegraft for the section men."

"Good Heavens, is there no station here?"

"No, ma'am; five miles back. They's one jest across the river, but it
might as well be in Africa."

"Be quick, please, and then send the conductor to me--and the porter
too," urged Eleanor, in distress.

The porter was the first to arrive.

"Porter, will you go to Car 7 and see if the occupant of lower 4 is
awake? I am quite sure that is right, but if it should happen to be
wrong, please let me know at once."

"Yes, miss; and what shall I tell her?"

"Ahem! It's a--a gentleman. Ask him to--to come to the rear end of the
train. That's all. Oh, conductor, how soon will we be on the track
again?" The conductor was standing in the door, evidently impressed by
the summons from the drawing-room.

"We're not off the track, madam. There is no danger--just a little
delay. I have telegraphed to see if I can have a relief train come
down from Omegon and pick us up after we've been ferried across the
river."