"
Tom Phipps nodded.
"Then what harm can the red car, as you call it, do?" interrupted Ned
Rector.
"That remains to be seen. The chances are that the number two track
was blocked when the car of ore was spilled out."
"Which means?" questioned Tad.
"That there may be another collision," smiled the assistant
superintendent. His was a wan smile, however, and failed to enliven
the Pony Rider Boys.
"Will the dynamite explode?" asked Walter half fearfully.
"Probably not. I hope not. But you can't tell anything about these
high explosives. They're very freaky. All we can do will be to
remain here and wait for the car either to stop somewhere after the
power has been turned off or to rip its way through the wreck we just
left. At any rate we are safe in here."
The boys breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then, there is no danger to us?" asked Ned Rector.
"The danger is minimized."
"How far are we from where we started?"
"Probably a couple of miles."
"My! the Professor will be half scared to death when he hears what a
fix we are in," half laughed Ned.
"The foreman, Mr. Acomb, said he would telephone to the other end of
the drift telling them we were all right and not to worry about us,"
said Phipps. This relieved the boys' minds of one source of worry.
"Hark!" cautioned the young engineer.
The lads ceased their talking instantly and listened with straining
ears.
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