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 whistle of the locomotive, there was a sound of straining couplings and the rear lights began to move slowly away. Wade sprang forward, swinging the bag down from his shoulder and raced frantically over the ties. Only a few yards separated him from his goal, but for one heart-sickening moment it seemed that his goal was going to elude him. He put every ounce of strength into the chase and plunged on. The distance lessened and he sprang across a rail and gained the path. Then his outstretched hand caught the brass railing, he swung his bag onto the lower step and, free of his burden, ran alongside until he could reach the other railing with his right hand. With an effort that seemed to require every last drop of breath and strength he threw himself up beside his bag. For a moment he clung there exhausted on his knees. Then he drew himself to the upper-step and with one hand clutching the bag and the other the railing leaned against the door and fought for breath.