Chapter TenThe almost preternatural sound of groaning cogwheels, pistons and steam screamed shrilly into Ben's ears, set his teeth on edge and caused him to hunch up. Grimacing, he followed Trevor skipping over the railway tracks which led towards the long, snaking train of carriages, waiting like ranks of prehistoric beasts, grim, huge and frightening.
They cut across Darley Dene to an old duckboard path and the vast area set aside for the distributing, organizing and rearranging of rail bound freight. The marshalling, or shunting yard. And now, so close to the silent, waiting trucks, their locomotives at their head, Ben's chest tightened, as it always did when he thought of trains. He'd had a recurring nightmare for a long time now, of being trapped between several railway tracks, not k
