The Case of the Missing Train
Evan, Age 11, Higginsville, MO
It was a cold, damp morning. I was called at the police station at about 8:00 a.m. The conductor of the train yard said that one of his trains was missing.
“Do you think you can find it, Mr. McCharlie?” the conductor asked me.
“Of course! I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I told him. As a police officer trainee, I have yet to solve a case but I thought I would give it a shot. I arrived at the yard to be met by the camera worker. He works the security cameras for the train yard.
“Hello Mr. McCharlie,” the camera worker said.
“The camera was fine at 8:00 but the battery
went out at 8:15,” the camera worker told me. He guided me out into the
train yard. The endless roads of tracks and boxcars were spooky at
first, and it felt as if I was being stalked like a mouse and a cat.
“Yes. So, how long have you been out here in the train yard?” I asked.
“A while. So…. the train you’re talking about. I know where it is,” the worker said.
I stared, amazed that he knew where the train was. Hearing the good news, the conductor raced outside, half-worried and half-relieved. I showed him the hammer and the crowbar I had found. We sat down and the worker spilled out the entire story.
“The train was due for maintenance and I went to look at it. It needed work on the connector, so I went to work. The train connector broke halfway through my work and the train started a slight roll. I tried to stop it by throwing the hammer at the connector to close it, but I was too late,” the worker said.
“So that’s the hammer you found,” the conductor said to me.
“Then I tried using the crow bar to stop the
train, but I think you know what happened,” the worker continued,
looking at the half of a crowbar.
“Down the hill,” the worker said, pointing toward a little downward slope at the end of the train yard.
Thank the Lord the hill wasn’t too steep and far down. Otherwise, that train might have lifted backwards from the speed and we would never have found it.
We all huddled into my car and drove downtown.
There it was -- the 10 ton hunk of steel
sitting lifelessly on the track not too far from the park.
“Something,” I thought, “Something with lots of force, something that won’t let the train push back.”
Then a thought came to me: a bulldozer! It has enough force and is heavy enough to put up a good fight.
Fortunately, I have a friend with a bulldozer so
I called him. Twenty minutes later, Ernie, my construction worker
friend, drove up in a big yellow bulldozer, got on the tracks, and
started to push. Very slowly, the train started to roll. Then it started
to roll faster. We all worried if it would make it up the hill. But,
yes! The train succeeded in making it up the hill. The worker connected
the boxcars and the train was ready to run.
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