Mr. Cobb manned the controls, his paws adjusting various knobs and levers.
“Faster!” Blythe commanded.
The furry engineer shook his head to indicate, “no.”
“Don’t bore me with concerns of safety!” Blythe shouted. “I need to get these zombies across the river!”
The engineer relented and took the train to an alarming speed.
The vampire stepped into the engine room, where werewolves were shoveling coal into the furnace at a furious pace.
Blythe could see the coal reserves were running low.
“Start throwing zombies in as soon as you run out,” was his order to the werewolves.
The vampire returned to his cabin and clutched his hand around his captive’s arm.
She shrieked and jerked about wildly underneath the sheet until she felt Blythe press his revolver against her temple.
“Do you know what this is?” Blythe asked.
“Then move,” the vampire said.