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 again, summoning the last ounce of his strength and in utter terror, Redcoat sprang for his life, and this time he made the shelf.

With a roar like the loudest thunder, and a shriek of the whistle, and a clang of the bell, and the sound of rushing wind, the thunderer tore by, leaving poor Redcoat cowering upon the shelf that had saved him. When the thunderer had passed, he jumped quickly down from his retreat and made all haste out of the cut. Never again did Redcoat use this short cut through the hills.