Дети железной дороги
Saviours of the train.
"Whatisit?Oh,whatisit?"saidPhyllis;"it’smuchtoomagicforme.Idon’tlikeit.Let’sgohome."
ButBobbieandPeterclungfasttotherailandwatchedbreathlessly.AndPhyllismadenomovementtowardsgoinghomebyherself.
Thetreesmovedonandon.Somestonesandlooseearthfelldownandrattledontherailwaymetalsfarbelow.
"It’sALLcomingdown,"Petertriedtosay,buthefoundtherewashardlyanyvoicetosayitwith.And,indeed,justashespoke,thegreatrock,onthetopofwhichthewalkingtreeswere,leanedslowlyforward.Thetrees,ceasingtowalk,stoodstillandshivered.Leaningwiththerock,theyseemedtohesitateamoment,andthenrockandtreesandgrassandbushes,witharushingsound,slippedrightawayfromthefaceofthecuttingandfellonthelinewithablunderingcrashthatcouldhavebeenheardhalfamileoff.Acloudofdustroseup.
"Oh,"saidPeter,inawestrucktones,"isn’titexactlylikewhencoalscomein?—iftherewasn’tanyrooftothecellarandyoucouldseedown."
"Lookwhatagreatmoundit’smade!"saidBobbie.
"Yes,"saidPeter,slowly.Hewasstillleaningonthefence."Yes,"hesaidagain,stillmoreslowly.
Thenhestoodupright.
"The11.29downhasn’tgonebyyet.Wemustletthemknowatthestation,orthere’llbeamostfrightfulaccident."
"Let’srun,"saidBobbie,andbegan.
