女性が駅に駆け込んだ時、彼女は取り乱していた。そして、彼女は驚くべき行動を起こした
- 女性が駅に駆け込んだ時、彼女は取り乱していた。そして、彼女は驚くべき行動を起こしました。
- 駅長は女性の言葉が本当かどうか分からなかったが、列車の接近を感じたので、彼は赤信号を持って外に走り出しました。
- 女性が話し終わると、人々は彼女に感謝の気持ちを示して抱擁し、救世主として称えました。しかし、彼女はHoney Creekの2人の男性を忘れませんでした。
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Her eyes were wild and her clothes torn when she rushed into the station. “That girl is out of her mind!”someone said. “The express!”shouted Kate. “Stop the express!” The stationmaster wasn't sure what she was talking about, but he didn't stop to find out. Already, he could hear the express approaching. He picked up a red light and ran outside. He heard the engine whistle. It was close. In seconds the express would roll through the town. He stepped out on the track, seeing the train's headlight above him. Just in time the engineer saw his light and brought the train screeching to a stop. “What is this?" said the engineer to the stationmaster, as he stepped down from the stopped train. “What do you mean by stopping the express in this little town?" Passengers, too, climbed out of the train, wondering what had happened. The engineer, the stationmaster, and the other people all looked at Kate. Only she had the story. So she told it. When she had finished, some people threw their arms around her in gratitude. Others cried with relief. All knew that Kate had saved as a heroine.their lives. She was acclaimed as a heroine. But she did not forget the two men in Honey Creek. In a few minutes, the train whistled sharply three times. This was a signal to the people in the town that there was trouble. Men came running, lengths of rope in their hands , and climbed on the engine. Kate went with them across the trestle, which fortunately still held, and down to Honey Creek Bridge.
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彼女が駅に駆け込んだ時、彼女の目は血走って、彼女の服は破れていました。 「その子は、正気じゃない！」と、誰かが、言いました。 「急行！」と、ケイトは、叫びました。 「急行を止めてください！」 駅長は、彼女が何のことを言っているのか、よくわかりませんでした、しかし、彼は、事情が分かるまで、ぐずぐずしていませんでした。 すでに、彼には、急行が接近してくるのが、聞こえました。 彼は、赤いランプをつかむと、走って出て行きました。 彼には、機関車が汽笛を鳴らすのが聞こえました。 それは、すぐ近くに来ていました。 数秒で、急行は、町を通過するでしょう。 彼は、線路に飛び出しました、向こうに列車のヘッドライトが見えました。 ちょうど間に合って、機関士は、駅長の明かり見て、列車を、キーッと言う音と共に停止させました。 「どうした？」と、機関士は、駅長に言いました、そして、止まった列車から降りてきました。 「この小さい町に、急行を止めて、どういうつもりなんだ？」 乗客も、どうしたのかと思いながら、列車から降りて来ました。 機関士も、駅長も、他の人々も、みんな、ケイトを見ました。 彼女だけが、事情を知っていました。 そして、彼女はそれを話しました。 彼女が、話し終えた時、感謝して彼女を抱きしめる人もいました。 安堵の叫び声をあげる人もいました。 みんな、ケイトが彼らの命を救ったヒロインだと分かっていました。彼女は、ヒロインだと称賛されました。しかし、彼女はハニー・クリークの2人の男を忘れてはいませんでした。 数分後、列車は、3回、鋭く汽笛を鳴らしました。 これは、町の人々に、事故があったことを知らせる信号でした。 男たちが、手に長いロープを持って、走って来ました、そして、機関車に乗り込みました。 ケイトは、彼らと共に構橋を渡りました、幸い、構橋は、まだ、持ちこたえていました、それから、ハニークリーク橋まで行きました。
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ーーー拙訳ーーー 彼女が駅に駆け込んだ時には、目つきが血走っていて、服はすり切れていた。 「あの女の子は正気じゃないぞ！」と、誰かが言った。 「急行を！」ケイトは叫んだ。「急行を止めて下さい！」 駅長は、彼女が何のことを言っているのか分からなかった。がしかし、知ろうとして立ち止まりはしなかった。すでに、駅長には、急行が近づいて来るのが聞こえていた。赤いランプを手に取り、外へ走り出た。 機関車の汽笛が彼の耳に届いた。近かった。数秒で、急行は町を駆け抜けて行くだろう。駅長はホームに進み出ると、頭上を照らす列車のヘッドライトを見た。間一髪、間に合った。機関士は彼のランプを見て、列車に急ブレーキをかけて止めた。 「どうした？」機関士が、停車した列車からステップを降りてきて、駅長に言った。「こんな小さな町で急行を止めるなんて、どういうつもりなんだ？」 乗客たちも、何が起こったかのか不思議に思いながら、列車の外へと、はしごを降りてきた。機関士、駅長、そしてその他の人たち全員がケイトに目を向けた。彼女だけが事情を知っていた。そして、彼女はその訳を話した。 彼女が説明し終わると、彼女に抱きつき感謝する人たちがいた。ほっとして声をあげて泣く人たちも……。ケイトが彼らの命を救ったことに全員が気づいた。彼女はヒロインとして賞賛された。 しかし、彼女は、ホニー川の2人の男たちのことを忘れてはいなかった。 数分して、列車は3回、かん高く汽笛を鳴らした。これは、トラブルがあったという、町の人たちへの合図だった。男たちが手に何本もロープを持って、走ってやってきて、機関車によじ登った。彼らといっしょにケイトは、あの橋を渡り、 — 幸運なことに、橋はまだ持ちこたえていた — そして、ホニー川橋に向かった。 --- keys --- stop to find out = [自動詞]+to 不定詞（目的） threw their arms around her in gratitude = 直訳「感謝の気持ちから彼女に抱きついた」 had saved as a heroine.their lives. = 『as a heroine.』は、typo と判断し、訳から削除しました。 that there was trouble = that は、同格節を導く接続詞。that 以下は、a signal と同格。 Honey Creek = google map では、日本語表記『ホニー川』。 lengths of rope = cups of coffee と同じような構造。『可算名詞（単位）＋of ＋不可算名詞』 以上、少しでもお役に立てたでしょうか？ ★ydna★ Hope it helps.
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