At the tiny flag station of Wykes, C.N.R.'s No. 11, more than an hour late, slid to an unscheduled stop. Bitter cold (35°) had forced down steam in the engine's boilers; it would take time to get it up again. Because No. 21 was following on the same track, a brakeman set out to light warning flares and set torpedoes. But No. 21, pounding through the early morning fog, was dreadfully close behind. Before the brakeman could light a flare, it had plowed into No. 11.
The last car of the stalled train was a steel sleeper, and the...
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