Meanwhile men ran to and fro, talking merrily together, their steps crackling on the platform as they continually opened and closed the big doors.

The bent shadow of a man glided by at her feet, and she heard sounds of a hammer upon iron.

" Hand over that telegram!" came an angry voice out of the stormy darkness on the other side.

" This way! No.

28!" several different voices shouted again, and muffled figures ran by covered with snow.