Griscom tossed a cheery word to his young pa.s.sengers ever and anon. His fireman, a new hand, was kept busy at the shovel, and had no time to inspect or chum with the boys.
They pa.s.sed station after station. Ralph kept a close watch on Van"s face. It was as expressionless as ever. His eyes roamed everywhere, and he was evidently at the pinnacle of complacent enjoyment.
Outside of that, however, Van gave no indication that he saw anything in the landscape or the depot crowds they pa.s.sed that touched a responsive chord of recognition in his nature.
Forty miles down the road was Wilmer. It was quite a town. Southwest forty miles lay Dover, and west was the wild, wooded stretch known as "The Barrens." This was no misnomer. There were said to be less than twenty habitations in the desolate eighty miles of territory.
The Great Northern had originally surveyed ten miles into this section with the intention of crossing it, as by that route it could strike a favorable terminal point at a great economy of distance. The difficulties of clearing and grading were found so unsurmountable for an infant road, however, that the project had been finally abandoned.
They pa.s.sed Wilmer. Signals called for "slow" ahead, as a freight was running for a siding. They had barely reached the limits of the town when Griscom put on a little more speed.
"Whoop!" yelled Van suddenly.
Ralph had shifted his seat on account of some undermining of the coal supply, and at just that moment for the first time was away from the side of his fellow pa.s.senger.
Before he could clamber over the coal heap Van had arisen to his feet.
"Stop, Van!" shouted Ralph.
But Van"s eyes were fixed on the little winding country road lining the railway fence at the bottom of the embankment.
An antiquated gig, well loaded and attached to a sorry looking nag, and driven by a man well m.u.f.fled up in a dilapidated linen duster, was plodding along the dusty thoroughfare.
Upon this outfit Van"s eyes appeared to be set. His hand waved nervously, and he seemed to forget where he was, and was not conscious of what he was doing.
He was in the act of stepping off into nothingness, and in a quiver of dread Ralph yelled to the engineer:
"Mr. Griscom, stop! stop!"
But the engineer"s hearing was occupied with the hiss of steam directly around him, and his attention riveted on signals ahead.
Ralph made a spring. Some lumps of coal slipped under his hasty footing. His hand just grazed a disappearing foot.
The train was going about fifteen miles an hour, and Van had recklessly taken a header down the embankment.
CHAPTER XXVII--RECALLED TO LIFE
Van landed half-way down the incline. His feet sank deep into the sandy soil, the shock threw him forward with dangerous velocity, and he went head over heels, slid ten feet like a rocket, and reached the bottom of the embankment.
His head landed squarely against the lower board of the fence. Rip!
crack! splinter! The contact burst the board into kindling wood. Van drove through and about five feet beyond, and lay still and inert in the bed of the dusty country road.
Ralph believed he was killed. With a groan he leaped to the side of Griscom and grabbed his arm. The engineer"s lightning eye followed his speechless indication of Van, and he pulled the machinery to a speedy halt that jarred every bolt and pinion.
Ralph was trembling with dread and emotion. He ran back along the track fifty feet, and breathlessly rushed down the incline at the point where Van had descended.
As he gained the bottom of the embankment his heart gave a great jump of joy. He saw Van move, struggle to a sitting posture, rub his head bewilderedly with one hand, and stare about him as if collecting his scattered senses.
"Are you hurt?" involuntarily exclaimed Ralph.
"Not much---- h.e.l.lo! Who are you?"
Ralph experienced the queerest feeling of his life. He could not a.n.a.lyze it just then. There was an indescribable change in Van that somehow thrilled him. For the first time since Ralph had found him in the old factory he spoke words connectedly and coherently.
A great wave of gladness surged over Ralph"s soul. He was a quick thinker. The presentation of the moment was clear. The young doctor at Stanley Junction had said that just as a shock had deprived Van of reason, so a second shock might restore it. Well, the second shock had come, it seemed, and there was Van, a new look in his eyes, a new expression on his face. Ralph remembered to have read of just such extraordinary happenings as the present. He had but one glad, glorious thought--Van had been recalled to life and reason, and that meant everything!
Toot! toot! Ralph glanced at the locomotive where Griscom was impatiently waving his hand. The Great Northern could not check its schedule to suit the convenience of two dead-head pa.s.sengers.
"Quick, Van," said Ralph, seizing the arm of his companion--"hurry, we shall be left."
"Left--how? where?" inquired Van, resisting, and with a vague stare.
"To the locomotive. We must get back, you know. They won"t wait."
"What have I got to do with the locomotive?"
"You just jumped from it."
"Who did?"
"You."
"You"re dreaming!" p.r.o.nounced Van.
"What you giving me--or I"ve been dreaming," he muttered, pa.s.sing his hand over his forehead again.
Ralph suddenly realized that Van regarded him as an entire stranger, that time and explanation alone could restore a friendly, comprehensive basis.
He gave Griscom the go ahead signal. The engineer looked puzzled, but there was no time to waste, for the tracks were now signaled clear ahead. He put on steam and the train moved on its way, leaving Ralph and Van behind.
The boy paid no further attention to locomotive or Ralph. He struggled to his feet, and looked up the country road, then down it. The gig had disappeared, but a cloud of dust lingered in the air over where it had just turned a bend.
Van started forward in this direction. There was a pained, confused expression on his face, as if he could not quite get the right of things. Ralph came up to him and detained his steps by placing a hand on his arm.
The way Van shook off his grasp showed that he had lost none of his natural strength.
"What you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"Don"t you know me?"
"Me? you? No."
"Hold on," persisted Ralph, "don"t go yet. You are Van."