Дети железной дороги
The engine-burglar.
"An’‘owarewea-goin’togetyoubacktoyoursorrowingfriendsandrelations,andallbeforgivenandforgotten?"
"Ifyou’llputmedownnexttimeyoustop,"saidBobbie,firmly,thoughherheartbeatfiercelyagainstherarmassheclaspedherhands,"andlendmethemoneyforathird-classticket,I’llpayyouback—honourbright.I’mnotaconfidencetricklikeinthenewspapers—really,I’mnot."
"You’realittlelady,everyinch,"saidBill,relentingsuddenlyandcompletely."We’llseeyougetshomesafe.An’aboutthisengine—Jim—ain’tyougotne’erapalascanuseasolderingiron?Seemstomethat’saboutallthelittlebounderwantsdoingtoit."
"That’swhatFathersaid,"Bobbieexplainedeagerly."What’sthatfor?"
Shepointedtoalittlebrasswheelthathehadturnedashespoke.
"That’stheinjector."
"In—what?"
"Injectortofilluptheboiler."
"Oh,"saidBobbie,mentallyregisteringthefacttotelltheothers;"thatISinteresting."
"This’ere’stheautomaticbrake,"Billwenton,flatteredbyherenthusiasm."Youjustmovethis’erelittlehandle—doitwithonefinger,youcan—andthetrainjollysoonstops.That’swhattheycallthePowerofScienceinthenewspapers.
