Spoiler : "'Halloa! Below there!' When the Signal-Man heard my voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled around its short pole. One would have thought he could not have doubted from what quarter the voice came; but instead of looking up to where I stood on the top of a steep cutting over the railway line, he turned himself about, and looked down the line. There was something remarkable about the man, about the way he stood, something strange, perhaps uncanny, but certainly I would have turned such a though mere imagination, then. I know now what was remarkable about that man, and even though years have passed I still see his figure foreshortened and shadowed, down in the deep trench, my figure high above him, so steeped in the glow of an angry sunset, that I shaded my eyes with my hand before I saw him at all."