I stopped and waited. It was a sort of converted mining engine, the sort that pulls loads of coal up from the bottom of shafts. It was= battery-powered, and it had gotten quite close before I heard, it. A small man was driving it. He was pulling a car behind - him and singing as loud as he could with absolutely no sense of pitch. _ He got closer and closer, moving about five miles per hour, one hand held out as if he was signaling a left turn.: Suddenly I realized what was happening, as he was bearing. down on me. He wasn't going to stop. He was counting fenceposts with his hand. I scrambled up the fence just in time. There wasn't more than six inches of clearance be~: tween the train and the fence on either side. His palm-' touched my leg as I squeezed close to the fence, and he-r stopped abruptly. He leaped from the car and grabbed me and I thought I, was in trouble. But he looked concerned, not angry, and felt' me all over, trying to discover if I was hurt. I was embarrassed. - Not from the examination; because I had been foolish.
