``Oh, it's worth a headache, I think,'' said Clay, as he shrugged
his shoulders and walked away to find Miss Langham.

The day set for the visit to the mines rose bright and clear.
MacWilliams had rigged out his single passenger-car with rugs and
cushions, and flags flew from its canvas top that flapped and
billowed in the wind of the slow-moving train. Their
observation-car, as MacWilliams termed it, was placed in front of
the locomotive, and they were pushed gently along the narrow
rails between forests of Manaca palms, and through swamps and
jungles, and at times over the limestone formation along the
coast, where the waves dashed as high as the smokestack of the
locomotive, covering the excursionists with a sprinkling of white
spray. Thousands of land-crabs, painted red and black and
yellow, scrambled with a rattle like dead men's bones across the
rails to be crushed by the hundreds under the wheels of the
Juggernaut; great lizards ran from sunny rocks at the sound of
their approach, and a deer bounded across the tracks fifty feet
in front of the cow-catcher. MacWilliams escorted Hope out into
the cab of the locomotive, and taught her how to increase and
slacken the speed of the engine, until she showed an unruly
desire to throw the lever open altogether and shoot them off the
rails into the ocean beyond.

Clay sat at the back of the car with Miss Langham, and told her
and her father of the difficulties with which young MacWilliams
had had to contend. Miss Langham found her chief pleasure in
noting the attention which her father gave to all that Clay had
to tell him. Knowing her father as she did, and being familiar