`` Go ahead . I 'll jump when you do ; '' and Gus calmly sat down again , bound in honor to stand by his mate till the smash came , though rather dismayed at the audacity of the prank . `` Do n't you call this just splendid ? '' exclaimed Frank , as they rolled along over the crossing , past the bridge , toward the curve , a mile from the station . `` Not bad . They are yelling like mad after us . Better go back , if you can , '' said Gus , who was anxiously peering out , and , in spite of his efforts to seem at ease , not enjoying the trip a particle . `` Let them yell . I started to go to the curve , and I 'll do it if it costs me a hundred dollars . No danger ; there 's no train under twenty minutes , I tell you , '' and Frank pulled out his watch . But the sun was in his eyes , and he did not see clearly , or he would have discovered that it was later than he thought . On they went , and were just rounding the bend when a shrill whistle in front startled both boys , and drove the color out of their cheeks . `` It 's the factory train ! '' cried Gus , in a husky tone , as he sprang to his feet . `` No ; it 's the five-forty on the other road , '' answered Frank , with a queer thrill all through him at the thought of what might happen if it was not . Both looked straight ahead as the last tree glided by , and the long track lay before them , with the freight train slowly coming down . For an instant , the boys stood as if paralyzed . `` Jump ! '' said Gus , looking at the steep bank on one side and the river on the other , undecided which to try . `` Sit still ! ''
commanded XXXXX , collecting his wits , as he gave a warning whistle to retard the on-coming train , while he reversed the engine and went back faster than he came .
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