It was dark, and fog hanging over the flat Indiana countryside rushed steadily back into the glare of the headlight of the Dixie Flyer, pounding south from Chicago. Locomotive Engineer Frank Blair stared hard ahead, to catch the dim gleam of the rails. Suddenly, about five miles from Terre Haute, he saw something which few railroad engineers have seen, under the modern railroad signal systems.* Into the headlight sprang the headlight of another locomotive, on the single track ahead. Frank Blair's palm hit the throttle; he jerked at the air brakes. The huge...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
