The Narrow-Gauge engines enjoyed Culdee's company, but on the third day following his return to the Island of Sodor, Donald returned to take him home. "Goodbye, Culdee," whistled Skarloey, "I hope we can meet again someday."

"I'm sure we will."

"One more thing, Culdee," said Sir Handel. "Duncan and I were wondering, how can you watch the track while going backwards down that mountain."

Culdee smiled cheekily. "Oh, we mountain engines have our ways." Sir Handel and Duncan were confused, but everyone whistled as Donald pulled Culdee away. "…Oh, Sir Handel!" Culdee shouted.

Sir Handel looked where Culdee was leaving. "Yes?"

"…Goodbye!" Sir Handel gasped in shock as Donald and Culdee laughed. "It gets them every time!"

Donald brought Culdee up Cronk Valley to the exchange siding in Kirk Machan where the Mountain Engines lived. Culdee's Driver and Fireman andMr. Walter Richards the Manager were there waiting for them. When Culdee was offloaded, they all said 'goodbye' and 'thank you' to Donald. Then, Culdee's fire was lit and while waiting for steam, the men looked him over carefully.

"A very good job," said the Manager at last and Culdee's Crew agreed.

Culdee sizzled happily. "It's lovely to be at home and in steam again. I'm longing to have a run with Catherine."

"Come on then," said his Driver and they trundled to the Shed.

Catherine was pleased to see Culdee, and he saw two of his other friends, Ernest, No. 2, and Wilfred, No. 3. "I've had to go with Lord Harry lately," said Catherine. "He takes risks and frightens me. When I warn him, he laughs."

"Who is Lord Harry?" Culdee asked.

"He's one of the new engines who came while you were away," said Ernest. "He's No. 6."

"Alaric and Eric are 7 and 8," added Wilfred. "They're nice, quiet engines, but old Harry's a terror."

"Never mind," comforted Culdee, "it'll be alright now."

The next afternoon, Lord Harry rolled by with a reluctant coach on his way to the platform. "Silly things," he grumbled, "they're all scared of coming with me."

"You're too reckless, Lord Harry," said Culdee, "that's why."

Lord Harry was indignant. "Rubbish! I'm up-to-date, that's all and I can go twice your speed in perfect safety."

"All the same, we don't take such risks on mountain railways."

"There's no risk. Why, with my superheat-"

"Oh," interrupted Culdee, "it's superheat, is it? I'd have said it was conceit, myself." Lord Harry waited for the passengers to climb onboard and snorted furiously away.

Lord Harry raced up the Mountain faster than any engine had ever gone. The coach's wheels ground on the curves. "Oooooeeer!" she screamed, "be careful!"

"Pah!" snorted Lord Harry, "I like things to be exciting." But every wise mountain engine knows that you do not take risks and that points must be taken slowly for there, the rack rail can have no guards.

"Steady, boy, steady!" warned his Driver.

But Lord Harry paid no attention. He was thinking what he'd say to Culdee next time they met. At last, he stormed up the final slope. "There's no danger," he boasted. "That patched-up old ruin was talking nonsense."

Culdee was resting in the Shed when the telephone rang, and his Driver and Fireman were soon joined by the Manager. "Lord Harry's off at the Summit," he said. "We shall have to go and put things right." So, they collected the tool van and some workmen and set off at once.

"That foolish engine," Culdee grumbled. "I tried to warn him."

"We all did," said the van, "but some engines just have to learn these things the hard way."

It was getting dark when Culdee and the workmen arrived. Lord Harry's shape loomed against the sky. He had come off at the points and blocked both tracks into the Station. Wilfred was there, unable to start his journey down, and the passengers seemed to buzz around like angry bees.

Luckily, no one was hurt.

While the Manager spoke to the passengers, the workmen levered Lord Harry's front wheels back onto the rails and Culdee buffered up behind. "Wilfred," he called, "who is this wreak?"

"It's Lord Harry; didn't you know?"

"It looks like old Harry, but it can't be. Old Harry's an up-to-date engine and can go twice our speed in perfect safety."

The coaches chuckled as Lord Harry seethed in silence. Culdee pushed him out of the way and Wilfred took the passengers home. Then, Culdee brought Lord Harry back to the Shed.

When Culdee and Lord Harry arrived home, the Manager was waiting for them. "It was that coach, Sir," flustered Lord Harry. "She never-"

"No tales!" said the Manager sharply. "It was your fault, and you know it. You upset our passengers and damaged yourself by taking risks. We cannot have that on our mountain railway."

"But Sir-"

"That is enough! You will stay in the Shed until we have decided what to do with you." And the Manager turned and walked sternly away…leaving Lord Harry as silent as the Valley.