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 "Look there," cried Ned.

Far down the track—at least a mile away—was the bright headlight of the Red Dragon, steadily growing bigger and brighter.

"The hateful thing!" said Dan with a snarl. "I would like to bite it."

"You hadn't better," said Ned. "A dog was killed not far from here last week because he was on the track."

"It wasn't the Red Dragon that killed him," said Dan. "He is a coward; for when I growl he always goes by faster."

"We had better be getting off the track," said Frisky.

And all of the dogs but Dan went and stood under a tree to watch the Red Dragon go by. Dan still stood upon the track growling. On came the long, heavy train, rumbling and thundering, its one red eye gleaming fiercely, while a shower of sparks was streaming from its funnel.

"Get off the track, Dan!" cried all of the dogs with excited barks.

"I won't!" said Dan with a deep growl.

"Get off, get off, get off!" said the big bell that swung backward and forward on the engine.

"I won't!" said Dan with a deep growl.

"Get off!" said the big bell again.

And the hoarse whistle cried,—

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"I won't!" growled Dan again, but at the same time starting to edge off the track.