Pulls train

"I need everyone to hold on and keep their hands
and feet away from the sides of the car," he said.
A moment later the door shut behind him.

Everyone looked at each other and then almost as
a group decision huddled together in the center of the
aisle. By this point the car was full, with some
unhappy people forced to sit on the aisle seats while
others huddled in the middle.

No one was prepared for the jolt as the train began
to move backwards.

"He's pushing the whole train," someone muttered
in awe.

Shaking his head, Ben said, "He's pulling it."
These cars hadn't upended, and there were still
passengers in several of the cars behind them. There
hadn't been time to transfer them all to just two or
three cars.

Pulling them was the only thing that made sense,
though the sheer power that it would have taken to
pull thousands of tons of weight over gravel and sand
was mind boggling.

It wasn't until the first telephone began to ring that
people realized that it was over. First one ring, and
then another and then another again. It seemed as
though the entire car was filled with the sound of
ringing telephones and for the first time it wasn't the
sound of annoyance or just the noise pollution of daily
life.

It was the ringing bells of victory.

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