Fierce Red Heat.

“Sleep,” he said, and disappeared into a carriage behind the engine labelled “Train crew, reserved.”

I showed my blue permit to a policeman who stood by the entrance to the cab. He examined it reverently, saluted, and I stepped onto the footplate.

Albert, the first fireman, was resting easily on a leather seat on the left hand side of the cab.

I looked up at an impressive row of gauges.

Ben Glasgow climbed aboard, lit his pipe, and pulled out his silver watch.