Charles Dickens<br >The Signalman<br >"Halloal Below therel"<br > When he heard a voice thus calling to him， he<br >was standing~t the door of his box， with a flag in<br >his hand， furled round its short pole. One would<br >"nave thought， considering the nature of the<br >ground， that he could not have doubted from what<br >quarter the voice came; but， instead of looking up<br >to where I stood on the top of the steep cutting<br >nearly over his head， he turned himself about and<br >looked down the Line. There was something<br >remarkable in his manner of doing so， though I<br >could not have said， for my life， what. But， I know<br >it was remarkable enough to attract my notice，<br >even though his figure was foreshortened and<br >shadowed， down in the deep trench， and mine was<br >high above him， so steeped in the glow of an angry<br ><br >