Green Eyes

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THE MOUNTAIN LIMITED was clicking slowly over the rails that trail through the highest and wildest land in America — the western slope of the Rockies. Speed was cut down as the big special labored toward the highest point on its line — nearly seven thousand feet above sea level.

Midnight had struck.

Outside, the gloomy mountains hung over the track; seemed about to close in on it, and wipe out the train and all its passengers.

Within the club car of the train, only a handful of men remained in the comfortable chairs.

All of these were dozing away, with the exception of one who sat at the end of the car, puffing furiously at a pipe that was no longer alight. His lips twitched, his eyes blinked furiously, and every time one of his dozing companions stirred, he whirled around quickly, as though the sound had some hideous portent.

Pulling a watch from his pocket, he gave it a hurried glance, then allowed his eyes to wander around the car. Satisfied that no one was observing him, he crossed quickly to the writing desk.

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