Had been cleaned out and when the last voice dropped Findlayson hurried over the bridge till the iron plating of the permanent way gave place to the temporary plank-walk over the three centre piers and there he met Hitchcock. "'All clear your side?" said Findlayson. The whisper rang in the box of lattice work. "Yes and the east channel's filling now. We're utterly out of our reckoning. When is this thing down on us?" "There's no saying. She's filling as fast as she can. Look!" Findlayson pointed... read more
