Alex asked.
‚I don’t think so.‛
Alex sighed. Keeping a tight hold on the reins, he slid off his horse. Fiona had fallen right in the middle of the tunnel. He forced himself not to panic. If what she had told him was true, the next train must still be at least ten minutes away.
He reached down to help her up. His foot came to rest on one of the rails …
… and he felt something. Under his foot. Shivering up his leg. The track was vibrating.
The train was on its way.
‚You’ve got to stand up,‛ he said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. He could already see the train in his imagination, thundering along the line. When it plunged into the tunnel, it would be a five-hundred-ton torpedo that would smash them to pieces. He could hear the grinding of the wheels, the roar of the engines. Blood and darkness. It would be a horrible way to die.
But he still had time.
‚Can you move your toes?‛ he asked.
‚I think so.‛ Fiona was clutching him.
‚Then your ankle’s probably sprained, not broken. Come on.‛
He dragged her up, wondering if it would be possible to stay inside the tunnel, on the edge of the track. If they hugged the wall, the train might simply go past them. But Alex knew there wouldn’t be enough space. And even if the train missed them, it would still hit the horse.
Suppose it derailed? Dozens of people could be killed.
‚What train comes this way?‛ he asked. ‚Does it carry passengers?‛
‚Yes.‛ Fiona was sounding tearful. ‚It’s a Virgin train. Heading up to Glasgow.‛
Alex sighed. It was just his luck to get the only Virgin train ever to arrive on time.
Fiona froze. ‚What’s that?‛ she asked.
She had heard the clanging of a bell. The gate crossing! It was signaling the approach of the train, the barrier lowering itself over the road.
And then Alex heard a second sound that made his blood run cold. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. It was extraordinary. His breath was stuck in his lungs and refused to get up to his mouth. His whole body was paralyzed as if some switch had been thrown in his brain. He was simply terrified.
The screech of a train whistle. It was still a mile or more away, but the tunnel was acting as a sound conductor and he could feel it cutting into him. And then another sound: the rolling thunder of the diesel engine. It was moving fast toward them. Underneath his foot, the rail vibrated more violently.
Alex gulped for air and forced his legs to obey him. ‚Get on the horse,‛ he shouted. ‚I’ll help you.‛
Not caring how much pain he caused her, he dragged Fiona next to the horse and forced her up onto the saddle. The noise grew louder with every second that passed. The rail was humming softly, like a giant tuning fork. The very air inside the tunnel seemed to be in motion, spinning left and right as if trying to get out of the way.
Fiona squealed and Alex felt her weight leave his arms as she fell onto the saddle. The horse whinnied and took a half step sideways, and for a dreadful moment Alex thought she was going to ride off without him. There was just enough light to make out the shapes of both the animal and its rider.
He saw Fiona grabbing the reins. She brought it back under control. Alex reached up and caught hold of the horse’s mane. He used the thick hair to pull himself onto the saddle, in front of Fiona. The noise of the train was getting louder and louder. Soot and loose concrete were trickling out of the curving walls. The wind currents were twisting faster, the rails singing. For a moment the two of them were tangled together, but then he had the reins and she was clinging on to him, her arms around his chest.
‚Go!‛ he shouted and kicked the horse.
The horse needed no encouragement. It raced for the light, galloping up the railway line, throwing Alex and Fiona back and forward, into each other.
Alex didn’t dare look behind him, but he felt the train as it reached the mouth of the tunnel and plunged in,
‚I don’t think so.‛
Alex sighed. Keeping a tight hold on the reins, he slid off his horse. Fiona had fallen right in the middle of the tunnel. He forced himself not to panic. If what she had told him was true, the next train must still be at least ten minutes away.
He reached down to help her up. His foot came to rest on one of the rails …
… and he felt something. Under his foot. Shivering up his leg. The track was vibrating.
The train was on its way.
‚You’ve got to stand up,‛ he said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. He could already see the train in his imagination, thundering along the line. When it plunged into the tunnel, it would be a five-hundred-ton torpedo that would smash them to pieces. He could hear the grinding of the wheels, the roar of the engines. Blood and darkness. It would be a horrible way to die.
But he still had time.
‚Can you move your toes?‛ he asked.
‚I think so.‛ Fiona was clutching him.
‚Then your ankle’s probably sprained, not broken. Come on.‛
He dragged her up, wondering if it would be possible to stay inside the tunnel, on the edge of the track. If they hugged the wall, the train might simply go past them. But Alex knew there wouldn’t be enough space. And even if the train missed them, it would still hit the horse.
Suppose it derailed? Dozens of people could be killed.
‚What train comes this way?‛ he asked. ‚Does it carry passengers?‛
‚Yes.‛ Fiona was sounding tearful. ‚It’s a Virgin train. Heading up to Glasgow.‛
Alex sighed. It was just his luck to get the only Virgin train ever to arrive on time.
Fiona froze. ‚What’s that?‛ she asked.
She had heard the clanging of a bell. The gate crossing! It was signaling the approach of the train, the barrier lowering itself over the road.
And then Alex heard a second sound that made his blood run cold. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. It was extraordinary. His breath was stuck in his lungs and refused to get up to his mouth. His whole body was paralyzed as if some switch had been thrown in his brain. He was simply terrified.
The screech of a train whistle. It was still a mile or more away, but the tunnel was acting as a sound conductor and he could feel it cutting into him. And then another sound: the rolling thunder of the diesel engine. It was moving fast toward them. Underneath his foot, the rail vibrated more violently.
Alex gulped for air and forced his legs to obey him. ‚Get on the horse,‛ he shouted. ‚I’ll help you.‛
Not caring how much pain he caused her, he dragged Fiona next to the horse and forced her up onto the saddle. The noise grew louder with every second that passed. The rail was humming softly, like a giant tuning fork. The very air inside the tunnel seemed to be in motion, spinning left and right as if trying to get out of the way.
Fiona squealed and Alex felt her weight leave his arms as she fell onto the saddle. The horse whinnied and took a half step sideways, and for a dreadful moment Alex thought she was going to ride off without him. There was just enough light to make out the shapes of both the animal and its rider.
He saw Fiona grabbing the reins. She brought it back under control. Alex reached up and caught hold of the horse’s mane. He used the thick hair to pull himself onto the saddle, in front of Fiona. The noise of the train was getting louder and louder. Soot and loose concrete were trickling out of the curving walls. The wind currents were twisting faster, the rails singing. For a moment the two of them were tangled together, but then he had the reins and she was clinging on to him, her arms around his chest.
‚Go!‛ he shouted and kicked the horse.
The horse needed no encouragement. It raced for the light, galloping up the railway line, throwing Alex and Fiona back and forward, into each other.
Alex didn’t dare look behind him, but he felt the train as it reached the mouth of the tunnel and plunged in,
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