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Kit, in Austin's office at the bridge, heard escaping steam and a locomotive pump's monotonous throb. When the train stopped, somebody pushed him from the cab, and although he had wanted to wait and see it start, firmly steered him to the office. The painful reaction from the cold was over, but he was dull and slack and could not rouse himself for the effort to go back to the line. By and by Florence Grey came in.
"We are going in two or three minutes and I cannot wait, but I hope you are not frost-bitten," she said.