Chapter TenThe Navigators' camp was arranged in two long rows of huts set on the western slopes of the Malvern Hills and a hundred yards from the noise, dust, and labour of the railway workings.
Perseverance Hill loomed above, a great green sentinel over the grafting men. Lorna hauled on the reins of the chaise and looked around, getting her bearings and assessing the situation before she began work. The navigators were hacking a tunnel through the hills as they pushed the line from Hereford to Worcester. Within a few hundred yards of where Lorna stood, scores of brawny men were toiling through some of the hardest rock in England, sweating and swearing as they laboured with pickaxe, gunpowder, and shovel.
Smoke from a score of fires took the place of the mist that had lately hovered on t
