THE MOTIL 
3W 
come booming down the Slaveboy in waves 
like the Bay of Biscay, so they do . 55 
We came for the curve — the engine, like a 
greyhound in leash, doing her forty now 
when she thirsted for her sixty, but I had to 
hold her for the sharp turn. 
“ Jack ! 55 I screamed. He was stoking. 
Ahead again — the huge figure — its arms up 
and down and up and down again waving 
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wildly for me to stop. Faster and faster, as 
if it could not insist enough. Madly now. 
“ Jack ! 55 I cried. “ Here ! 55 He sprang 
to my side of the cab. 
“ Lord ! I see her, Bill / 5 he cried. “ She’s 
waving us down. What is it, man? What 
is it ? It’s waving us down ! ” 
_ I did not know, but I meant to stop this 
time. Off went the steam, down went the 
