The railway was beginning to bring attention to itself. This meant more work for the engines. They normally worked throughout the day, but Donavan had began to take an early morning train across the island. One evening at Weston sheds, "Donavan I need you to take a freight train from Weston, through Barkerstown, through Baylor, and into Fadeville. I need you in the station by 2:00 am, have the freight in Fadeville by 7:00 am. Please do not be late." Mr. Jarrell said. Donavan knew not to complain. But he did have his concerns. "But sir, what about my early morning passenger train? Who will pull it?" Donavan asked. "I shall have Halee pull it. I'm sure he can manage. We will do this once a week every week. I'm I clear?" Mr. Jarrell asked. Donavan the replied, "Yes sir, you are." "Then good." And with that he left the yard. Donavan then looked at Halee, he was concerned with him pulling his passengers. Halee wasn't paying attention to Mr. Jarrell when he was speaking with Donavan, then again it wasn't his business. The black engine was nodding off, drifting away into dream land. Donavan didn't know if he could build enough smoke that early. "Halee, wake up!" He puffed. Halee yawned, and gave Donavan a confused look. "What is it, can't you see I was trying to snooze!" He said angrily. Donavan replied, "Mr Jarrell was just here, he said you were too pull my passenger train this morning. I'm leaving early to pull a freight train." "Well why did you have to wake me up now?" Said Halee. "Because, I am going to give you some of my own instructions." He began. "I need you to wake up and get your fire going by 3:00, you must be in the station by 3:30. Swan should already have your coaches shunted. You need to have the passengers in Barkerstown by 5:00, and the passengers in Fadeville by 6:30. Do not be late." He finished. "Ok then let me give you some tips on pulling freight." But before he could continue, Donavan cut him off. "No need, I know how to pull freight." Halee rolled his eyes. Then he continued, "As I was saying, if your going through Baylor, gain speed going up the hills, but slow up when you're going down them. If you don't , the weight from the train could throw you down the hills, you are putting your axels at risk." "I told you, I don't need to be told how to pull freight." Donavan said. Halee didn't say anything and just began to drift off. Later that night at Weston station, Donavan chuffed up on a long line of freight car. They ranged from box cars to cars filled with pipes to open top trucks. The brown engine was tired, and wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew it was his duty to the railway and to the island to deliver the freight. The large engine switched lines, and coupled up to the train. His driver patted his outer cab and with a yawn, uttered the words, "Lets get this train rolling." The big brown engine pulled out of Weston station. The island was quiet at that time of night. It was peaceful. Well, at least before the cars got board. Every now and again, one of them would hold back or shove forwards. Donavan came to a red signal and prepared stopped. Some of the cars decided to have a little fun. As Donavan came to a halt, the trucks pushed forwards. "Hey! Watch it back there!" "Sorry! Won't happen again!" Said the trucks as they giggled. Then the signal changed and Donavan pushed on into the night. By 5:00am, they had reached Baylor. The hills were becoming larger as he pressed on, but he continued at a constant speed. He knew that before long the hills would begin to die down again as he got away from the mountain side. The cars were becoming restless. Donavan came to a very big hill and knew he had to gain speed. The cars chuckled a little. The reached the top of the hill, the Donavan heard one of the trucks yell, "Do it know!" And at once, all of the cars shoved forwards. Donavan didn't brake. 'I'll make it, I'll make it.' He thought to himself. But then he heard a loud clang. His axles had broken off! He kept rolling down the line, the cars laughed uncontrollably behind him. Then he saw lights up ahead. He had reached Fadeville. Donavan remembered a crossing, he knew it was just around the bend. A car was at it. Donavan couldn't stop, so he blew his whistle as loud as he could. The car stopped just in time. Donavan rolled on and came to a stop in the middle of town. His fireman and driver climbed down out of his cab to inspect the damage. Donavan's wheels a little. Later, Swan was sent with repair parts for Donavan's axels. Halee puffed up from behind Donavan with an empty load of coaches. "Let me guess. You went to fast down a hill." Halee smirked. "N. . . No." "I told you so." Halee said with a chuckle.