And then I heard it-a long whistle blast, followed quickly by another. The train was leaving Sandstone, coming toward the bridge! My anxiety was now acute. Should I hold my position, as Holmes had told me, to warn the train crew of danger on the bridge? Or should I go to Holmes's aid, thereby jeopardizing the hundreds aboard the train?
It was not a decision easily made, and the world may justly censor me for it, but I realized that, no matter what terrible fate might befall the train, I could not bear the thought of having failed my friend in a time of need. And so, I abandoned my post and
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