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Pinkerton, A. Frank [pseud.]

"Or, The Crime of the Midnight Express"


Madge Scarlet sprang up and glared through the bushes at her victim
with maniacal delight.
"Ha' ha! You cannot escape! Them pretty limbs'll be crushed and torn
asunder! the white flesh cut and gashed, and that delicate body made a
horrid mass of blood and mangled fragments! THEN I will present them
to you, Dyke Darrel. Ho! ho!"
Her voice was raised to a high pitch now, and even reached the ears of
the startled Nell.
No help, no hope!
On thundered the iron monster.
On and on till the eye of the engineer catches sight of something on
the track--SOMETHING!
Quickly the engine is reversed and the air brakes come into play.
Too late!
A moan of agonized terror falls from the lips of the half dead girl,
and then she sank helplessly to the ground. At the same instant help
came from an unexpected source.
A man dashed swiftly through the moonlight and flung a heavy oak tie
in front of the slackened engine.
A rumble and a jar, and then the train came to a dead stop, within
three feet of the prostrate girl!
It was a narrow escape.
The man who had come so unexpectedly out of the shadows dragged Nell
from her dangerous position. The engineer and fireman came down and
congratulated the young man on his presence.


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