lamenting　wail。
  He　resumed。　　〃Now；　sir；　mark　this；　and　judge　how　my　mind　is
  troubled。　　The　spectre　came　back　a　week　ago。　　Ever　since；　it　has
  been　there；　now　and　again；　by　fits　and　starts。〃
  〃At　the　light？〃
  〃At　the　Danger…light。〃
  〃What　does　it　seem　to　do？〃
  He　repeated；　if　possible　with　increased　passion　and　vehemence；　that
  former　gesticulation　of；　〃For　God's　sake；　clear　the　way！〃
  Then　he　went　on。　　〃I　have　no　peace　or　rest　for　it。　　It　calls　to　me；
  for　many　minutes　together；　in　an　agonised　manner；　'Below　there！
  Look　out！　　Look　out！'　　It　stands　waving　to　me。　　It　rings　my　little
  bell〃
  I　caught　at　that。　　〃Did　it　ring　your　bell　yesterday　evening　when　I
  was　here；　and　you　went　to　the　door？〃
  〃Twice。〃
  〃Why；　see；〃　said　I；　〃how　your　imagination　misleads　you。　　My　eyes
  were　on　the　bell；　and　my　ears　were　open　to　the　bell；　and　if　I　am　a
  living　man；　it　did　NOT　ring　at　those　times。　　No；　nor　at　any　other
  time；　except　when　it　was　rung　in　the　natural　course　of　physical
  things　by　the　station　communicating　with　you。〃
  He　shook　his　head。　〃I　have　never　made　a　mistake　as　to　that　yet；　sir。
  I　have　never　confused　the　spectre's　ring　with　the　man's。　　The
  ghost's　ring　is　a　strange　vibration　in　the　bell　that　it　derives　from
  nothing　else；　and　I　have　not　asserted　that　the　bell　stirs　to　the
  eye。　　I　don't　wonder　that　you　failed　to　hear　it。　　But　I　heard　it。〃
  〃And　did　the　spectre　seem　to　be　there；　when　you　looked　out？〃
  〃It　WAS　there。〃'
  〃Both　times？〃
  He　repeated　firmly：　　〃Both　times。〃
  〃Will　you　come　to　the　door　with　me；　and　look　for　it　now？〃
  He　bit　his　under　lip　as　though　he　were　somewhat　unwilling；　but
  arose。　　I　opened　the　door；　and　stood　on　the　step；　while　he　stood　in
  the　doorway。　　There　was　the　Danger…light。　　There　was　the　dismal
  mouth　of　the　tunnel。　　There　were　the　high；　wet　stone　walls　of　the
  cutting。　　There　were　the　stars　above　them。
  〃Do　you　see　it？〃　I　asked　him；　taking　particular　note　of　his　face。
  His　eyes　were　prominent　and　strained；　but　not　very　much　more　so；
  perhaps；　than　my　own　had　been　when　I　had　directed　them　earnestly
  towards　the　same　spot。
  〃No；〃　he　answered。　　〃It　is　not　there。〃
  〃Agreed；〃　said　I。
  We　went　in　again；　shut　the　door；　and　resumed　our　seats。　　I　was
  thinking　how　best　to　improve　this　advantage；　if　it　might　be　called
  one；　when　he　took　up　the　conversation　in　such　a　matter…of…course
  way；　so　assuming　that　there　could　be　no　serious　question　of　fact
  between　us；　that　I　felt　myself　placed　in　the　weakest　of　positions。
  〃By　this　time　you　will　fully　understand；　sir；〃　he　said；　〃that　what
  troubles　me　so　dreadfully　is　the　question；　What　does　the　spectre
  mean？〃
  I　was　not　sure；　I　told　him；　that　I　did　fully　understand。
  〃What　is　its　warning　against？〃　he　said；　ruminating；　with　his　eyes　on
  the　fire；　and　only　by　times　turning　them　on　me。　　〃What　is　the
  danger？　　Where　is　the　danger？　　There　is　danger　overhanging　somewhere
  on　the　Line。　　Some　dreadful　calamity　will　happen。　　It　is　not　to　be
  doubted　this　third　time；　after　what　has　gone　before。　　But　surely
  this　is　a　cruel　haunting　of　me。　　What　can　I　do？〃
  He　pulled　out　his　handkerchief；　and　wiped　the　drops　from　his　heated
  forehead。
  〃If　I　telegraph　Danger；　on　either　side　of　me；　or　on　both；　I　can　give
  no　reason　for　it；〃　he　went　on；　wiping　the　palms　of　his　hands。　　〃I
  should　get　into　trouble；　and　do　no　good。　　They　would　think　I　was
  mad。　　This　is　the　way　it　would　work；Message：　　'Danger！　　Take
  care！'　　Answer：　　'What　Danger？　　Where？'　　Message：　　'Don't　know。
  But；　for　God's　sake；　take　care！'　　They　would　displace　me。　　What　else
  could　they　do？〃
  His　pain　of　mind　was　most　pitiable　to　see。　　It　was　the　mental
  torture　of　a　conscientious　man；　oppressed　beyond　endurance　by　an
  unintelligible　responsibility　involving　life。
  〃When　it　first　stood　under　the　Danger…light；〃　he　went　on；　putting
  his　dark　hair　back　from　his　head；　and　drawing　his　hands　outward
  across　and　across　his　temples　in　an　extremity　of　feverish　distress；
  〃why　not　tell　me　where　that　accident　was　to　happen；if　it　must
  happen？　　Why　not　tell　me　how　it　could　be　averted；if　it　could　have
  been　averted？　　When　on　its　second　coming　it　hid　its　face；　why　not
  tell　me；　instead；　'She　is　going　to　die。　　Let　them　keep　her　at　home'？
  If　it　came；　on　those　two　occasions；　only　to　show　me　that　its
  warnings　were　true；　and　so　to　prepare　me　for　the　third；　why　not　warn
  me　plainly　now？　　And　I；　Lord　help　me！　　A　mere　poor　signal…man　on
  this　solitary　station！　　Why　not　go　to　somebody　with　credit　to　be
  believed；　and　power　to　act？〃
  When　I　saw　him　in　this　state；　I　saw　that　for　the　poor　man's　sake；　as
  well　as　for　the　public　safety；　what　I　had　to　do　for　the　time　was　to
  compose　his　mind。　　Therefore；　setting　aside　all　question　of　reality
  or　unreality　between　us；　I　represented　to　him　that　whoever
  thoroughly　discharged　his　duty　must　do　well；　and　that　at　least　it
  was　his　comfort　that　he　understood　his　duty；　though　he　did　not
  understand　these　confounding　Appearances。　　In　this　effort　I
  succeeded　far　better　than　in　the　attempt　to　reason　him　out　of　his
  conviction。　　He　became　calm；　the　occupations　incidental　to　his　post
  as　the　night　advanced　began　to　make　larger　demands　on　his　attention：
  and　I　left　him　at　two　in　the　morning。　　I　had　offered　to　stay　through
  the　night；　but　he　would　not　hear　of　it。
  That　I　more　than　once　looked　back　at　the　red　light　as　I　ascended　the
  pathway；　that　I　did　not　like　the　red　light；　and　that　I　should　have
  slept　but　poorly　if　my　bed　had　been　under　it；　I　see　no　reason　to
  conceal。　　Nor　did　I　like　the　two　sequences　of　the　accident　and　the
  dead　girl。　　I　see　no　reason　to　conceal　that　either。
  But　what　ran　most　in　my　thoughts　was　the　consideration　how　ought　I
  to　act；　having　become　the　recipient　of　this　disclosure？　　I　had
  proved　the　man　to　be　intelligent；　vigilant；　painstaking；　and　exact；
  but　how　long　might　he　remain　so；　in　his　state　of　mind？　　Though　in　a
  subordinate　position；　still　he　held　a　most　important　trust；　and
  would　I　（for　instance）　like　to　stake　my　own　life　on　the　chances　of
  his　continuing　to　execute　it　with　precision？
  Unable　to　overcome　a　feeling　that　there　would　be　something
  treacherous　in　my　communicating　what　he　had　told　me　to　his　superiors
  in　the　Company；　without　first　being　plain　with　himself　and　proposing
  a　middle　course　to　him；　I　ultimately　resolved　to　offer　to　accompany
  him　（otherwise　keeping　his　secret　for　the　present）　to　the　wisest
  medical　practitioner　we　could　hear　of　in　those　parts；　and　to　take
  his　opinion。　　A　change　in　his　time　of　duty　would　come　round　next
  night；　he　had　apprised　me；　and　he　would　be　off　an　hour　or　two　after
  sunrise；　and　on　again　soon　after　sunset。　　I　had　appointed　to　return
  accordingly。
  Next　evening　was　a　lovely　evening；　and　I　walked　out　early　to　enjoy
  it。　　The　sun　was　not　yet　quite　down　when　I　traversed　the　field…path
  near　the　top　of　the　deep　cutting。　　I　would　extend　my　walk　for　an
  hour；　I　said　to　myself；　half　an　hour　on　and　half　an　hour　back；　and
  it　would　then　be　time　to　go　to　my　signal…man's　box。
  Before　pursuing　my　stroll；　I　stepped　to　the　brink；　and　mechanically
  looked　down；　from　the　point　from　which　I　had　first　seen　him。　　I
  cannot　describe　the　thrill　that　seized　upon　me；　when；　close　at　the
  mouth　of　the　tunnel；　I　saw　the　appearance　of　a　man；　with　his　left
  sleeve　across　his　eyes；　passionately　waving　his　right　arm。
  The　nameless　horror　that　oppressed　me　passed　in　a　moment；　for　in　a
  moment　I　saw　that　this　appearance　of　a　man　was　a　man　indeed；　and
  that　there　was　a　little　group　of　other　men；　standing　at　a　short
  distance；　to　whom　he　seemed　to　be　rehearsing　the　gesture　he　made。
  The　Danger…light　was　not　yet　lighted。　　Against　its　shaft；　a　little
  low　hut；　entirely　new　to　me；　had　been　made　of　some　wooden　supports
  and　tarpaulin。　　It　looked　no　bigger　than　a　bed。
  With　an　irresistible　sense　that　something　was　wrong；with　a
  flashing　self…reproachful　fear　that　fatal　mischief　had　come　of　my
  leaving　the　man　there；　and　causing　no　one　to　be　sent　to　overlook　or
  correct　what　he　did；I　descended　the　notched　path　with　all　the
  speed　I　could　make。
  〃What　is　the　matter？〃　I　asked　the　men。
  〃Signal…man　killed　this　morning；　sir。〃
  〃Not　the　man　belonging　to　that　box？〃
  〃Yes；　sir。〃
  〃Not　the　man　I　know？〃
  〃You　will　recognise　him；　sir；　if　you　knew　him；〃　said　the　man　who
  spoke　for　the　others；　solemnly　uncovering　his　own　head；　and　raising
  an　end　of　the　tarpaulin；　〃for　his　face　is　quite　composed。〃
  〃O；　how　did　this　happen；　how　did　this　happen？〃　I　asked；　turning　from
  one　to　another　as　the　hut　closed　in　again。
  〃He　was　cut　down　by　an　engine；　sir。　　No　man　in　England　knew　his　work
  better。　　But　somehow　he　was　not　clear　of　the　outer　rail。　　It　was
  just　at　broad　day。　　He　had　struck　the　light；　and　had　the　lamp　in　his
  hand。　　As　the　engine　came　out　of　the　tunnel；　his　back　was　towards
  her；　and　she　cut　him　down。　　That　man　drove　her；