The night was dark but rainless; signal lights showed all clear. The exhausts of two locomotives pulling the Pennsylvania Railroad's Golden Triangle blended in a syncopated roll as the Pittsburgh-Chicago flyer raced west across the Ohio farmlands. But up the line at Coulter, a hamlet far beyond the trembling glare of the Triangle's headlight, the stage was being set for tragedy.
An eastbound freight train had stopped on the main line with a broken air hose. Another freight, pounding east behind it, had crashed into its motionless bulk, knocked a locomotive and seven heavy-laden cars across the westbound tracks. Out...
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