<h2 id='chXIX' class='c005'>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
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<div>THE PANIC</div>
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<p class='c007'>Struggling to his feet, Pee-wee for a moment thought more of a
bruised back than of the tragic possibilities of his inadvertent act.
His match expired too soon to enable him to glean any information from
the old, faded time-table.</p>
<p>It was not till he stood in darkness that the appalling thought came
to him that a good deal more than a bruised back might be involved in
his stumble. If he had thought quicker he would never have lost the
light from that precious match for he knew that in almost every
emergency darkness is a terrible handicap.</p>
<p>For just a few seconds he stood, terrified, aghast, at the thought
of what he had done. No doubt at the point where that branch left the
main track there was a switch. Whether the track which branched off was
just a siding or not, made little difference, so far as this emergency
was concerned.</p>
<p>The switch had no doubt been set to eliminate the branch track
altogether, since the deserted neighborhood and the rusty rails
indicated that the branch, or whatever it was, was no longer used.
Suppose, then, that Pee-wee had opened the switch. A train coming from
the <i>west</i> would enter the branch, if it were not traveling too fast. In
this latter case a catastrophe would occur at the spot.</p>
<p>If the train were traveling slowly it might make the unintended turn.
But if the curving track were only a siding there would be a smash-up
where the track ended. If the train were traveling from the <i>east</i>, it
would be in no danger for on such a junction the switch, however set,
would have no effect on trains running in that direction. A glance at
the accompanying rough sketch will show this.</p>
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<p>In all probability, as Pee-wee realized to his horror, the branch was
merely a siding formerly used by the factory, but in any case he knew
that a train coming from the <i>west</i> would meet disaster a few yards east
of the tower house.</p>
<p>One consoling thought he had as he stood in the darkness, his
breathing quick and nervous, his mind in a state bordering on panic. He
had only to consider the peril awaiting trains from one direction, the
west. Oh, if he only had a light! In his terror and panic fear, if he
only had a light!</p>
<p>Pee-wee, whose wont it was freely to investigate everything, had
always held aloof from railroad apparatus and mechanism as things
almost sacred from the touch of amateurs. He had always had a kind of
superstitious awe of such things, levers, revolving lights and so
forth, which are seen in hiking near railroad tracks.</p>
<p>It is true that he went scout pace along railroad lines in the
country for the ties seemed to be just fitted to the stride of his
small legs. He occasionally used a rail as a tight rope, balancing an
apple on his head, a stunt which he had learned from Hervey Willetts, a
blithesome young daredevil at Temple Camp. But little metal pedestals
along the way he shunned.</p>
<p>And now he saw himself as the author of a horrible catastrophe. He
tried to recall and decide from which direction the distant whistle had
sounded, and to relieve his mind with the thought that perhaps it had
not been along this railroad at all. But he found little consolation in
these self-queries and thoughts.</p>
<p>Up to this time, Pee-wee was just a terror-stricken boy, horrified
and in awful suspense at what he had inadvertently done. And only a few
seconds had elapsed. Suddenly he found himself, as one might say, and
with a little nervous laugh at his own silly imagination, he grabbed
the tall lever to pull it back again. But it would not pull. His first
panic had been caused by the fact that he had moved it at all. He was
now in a very delirium of fear at not being able to pull it over.
Whatever he had done was irrevocable. And probably fatal.</p>
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