After repeated efforts they got the
car moving slowly.
Now the foreman took a third crowbar; jumping from one side to
the other he relieved the men until the car was making very fair
progress under its human power.
Teddy had been standing on the platform, rubbing his palms in
high glee.
"Going to push her all the way to Marion like this?" he demanded.
"You keep still up there unless you are looking for trouble,"
warned Phil. "Get off the platform. Think we want to drag you
along, too?"
Teddy hopped down, thrust his hands in his trousers pockets, and
watched the operation of moving the heavy car.
It was slow work, but inch by inch Number Three crept nearer to
the station.
"Let me know when we get right on the grade, so I can slap on the
brakes," ordered Phil.
"I'll let you know. You'll know without my telling you,
I reckon."
At last the car was at the desired point. Phil sprang to the
platform and set the brakes, while the section man ran back and
closed the switch.
"Here are your tickets," said Phil when the man returned.
"And thank you very much."
"You're welcome, but don't you let on that I have helped you out.
I will sure lose my job if you do."
"You need not worry. I do not forget a favor so easily as that."
"You better wait till daylight before you start," advised
the foreman.
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