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The hound in the red jersey.
EvenPetercaughtholdofBobbie’sarm,"incasesheshouldbefrightened,"asheexplainedafterwards.
Andnow,slowlyandgradually,thetail-lightsgrewsmallerandsmaller,andsodidthenoise,tillwithonelastWHIZthetraingotitselfoutofthetunnel,andsilencesettledagainonitsdampwallsanddrippingroof.
"OH!"saidthechildren,alltogetherinawhisper.
Peterwaslightingthecandleendwithahandthattrembled.
"Comeon,"hesaid;buthehadtoclearhisthroatbeforehecouldspeakinhisnaturalvoice.
"Oh,"saidPhyllis,"ifthered-jerseyedonewasinthewayofthetrain!"
"We’vegottogoandsee,"saidPeter.
"Couldn’twegoandsendsomeonefromthestation?"saidPhyllis.
"Wouldyouratherwaithereforus?"askedBobbie,severely,andofcoursethatsettledthequestion.
Sothethreewentonintothedeeperdarknessofthetunnel.Peterled,holdinghiscandleendhightolighttheway.Thegreaserandownhisfingers,andsomeofitrightuphissleeve.Hefoundalongstreakfromwristtoelbowwhenhewenttobedthatnight.
ItwasnotmorethanahundredandfiftyyardsfromthespotwheretheyhadstoodwhilethetrainwentbythatPeterstoodstill,shouted"Hullo,"andthenwentonmuchquickerthanbefore.Whentheotherscaughthimup,hestopped.Andhestoppedwithinayardofwhattheyhadcomeintothetunneltolookfor
