Deadwood Dick Jr. Branded; or, Red Rover at Powder Pocket.

· 1885

He sprung to his box and looked ahead, and in the center of the track, where the train was rounding a point of rocks, saw a red flag. "That fool of a section boss has got another rail up, on our time, I suppose, as he did once before," growled the engineer, having shut off steam and applied the air brakes.…

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