SAVING THE TRAIN.
For several days the weather proved delightful, and as the wind was
strong and steady the Dashaway made rapid progress.
All felt in the best of spirits, and with fishing and telling stories
the time passed as quickly as could reasonably be expected.
The boys soon learned that Robert Menden was a great story-teller, and
never tired of sitting around him when he was spinning one of his yarns.
One day they were talking of bicycle riding, when the young Englishman
shook his head slowly. "No more riding for me," he said. "I have had
enough and to spare of it. I once came close to losing my life in
England through it—when I was out with a friend named Rexwell. I'll
never forget that adventure."
"Tell us of it!" shouted several of the boys at once; and sitting in a
cozy corner of the deck, Robert Menden told his story as follows:
"Rexwell and I were two days out from Orelle in the heart of England. We
were following the smooth, winding road which leads from Paxton to
Riley's, and which crosses the K. T. & B. railway at half a dozen or
more points.
"Rexwell had proposed the bicycle tour, as being different from the
ordinary run of outings, and as I was on the lookout for excitement of
any sort, I eagerly agreed to join him in a trip to last the best part
of a week, never dreaming of all that was to follow in the shape of a
close shave from death.
"We both rode our favorite wheels, which, fortunately, were of the same
make, thus doing away with the possibility of any dispute regarding the
superiority of either. To our handle bars we had strapped a decidedly
limited amount of baggage; our pocketbooks were sufficiently filled to
meet all wants in that direction, and as both of us were in the best of
health and free from worldly care, we went speeding along the highway in
the best of spirits.
"'Sixteen miles to Midland Cut,' sang out Rexwell, as he slowed up at a
guideboard placed where a wagon trail crossed the road. 'We ought to be
able to make that by supper time with ease.'
"'It looks to me as if there was a hill back of yonder woods,' I
replied, as I took a long look ahead.
"'It can't be much of a climb, or we would see it over the treetops,
Bert. We'll soon know,' he went on, as he forged ahead by an extra
spurt, giving me some quick work on the pedals to catch up to him.
"It was a little after four in the afternoon, or evening, as the
residents of some localities termed it. The fore part of the day had
been somewhat oppressive, the usual southwest breeze having died down by
ten o'clock, leaving the glaring sun its full sway. Now I noticed a
dense mass of clouds creeping and rolling up from over to our right, and
drew Rexwell's attention to it.
"'By Jove! that looks as if we were going to have a storm, Robert,' said
he. 'Those clouds are rolling up fast, too. We must strike shelter
before we get wet to the skin.'
"We crossed the polished tracks of the railroad and descended into the
woods. The road was not sufficiently used to clear it of its overhanging
branches, which more than once struck us in the face as we bowled along.
Before the heavy growth was passed, the sun was obscured, and we heard
the distant roll of thunder.
"We pressed on faster than ever, only to find ourselves at the foot of
an extra steep hill, at the entrance to another dense patch of timber.
Here the way was rather soft, and we were glad enough, after a few
minutes more of riding, to leap down and trundle our wheels beside us.
"Pat, pat, pat, patter, patter! It was the rain, striking the leaves
overhead, and soon some came down upon our heads. Up at the top of the
hill was an opening, and there the drops seemed to be coming down in a
deluge. The thunder now increased, accompanied by occasional flashes of
lightning.
"'We're in for it, old man,' said Rexwell, dismally. 'What had we best
do? seek shelter among the trees?'
"'If you're not afraid of being struck by lightning,' I replied; and
then the pair of us made a break to where a clump of trees stood, their
branches tightly interlaced. This spot reached, we crouched down in a
hollow, and I brought out my rubber blanket and made of it an apology
for a tent, by throwing it over our bicycles.
"Hardly had we become settled than we heard the sounds of horses' hoofs
on the road. Looking forth we beheld four horsemen dash into view. All
were drenched with rain and one was muttering savagely at his ill-luck.
"'Come on in here, boys; we can stay under the trees until the worst is
over,' we heard the leader of the quartet remark; and he turned in not
fifty feet from where we crouched. 'Ricketts, be sure and keep that
dynamite dry,' he added, to the man who had been doing all the
grumbling.
"'Oh, that's all right—I wish I was as dry,' responded Ricketts. 'Hang
such a night as this is going to be!'
"'You're crazy, man, to grumble,' put in a third of the party. 'Why, we
couldn't have it better. The railroad people will never be able to
follow us.'
"'That's all you know about it, Larson. Mud leaves an ugly trail,'
growled Ricketts. 'Ain't that so, Shorer?'
"'We can follow the creek from Weemer's, and that will throw 'em off the
scent,' responded the leader. 'All we'll have to do is to stop the train
this side of Blowfen's instead of the other. By the way, keep your ears
open for Jamison and the others. We don't want them to go below
Blowfen's by mistake.'
"'I'm watching, all right,' said Larson. 'Ain't he got my gun?'
"'Yes, and Lewis promised to bring me some .42 cartridges, too,' said
Ricketts. 'Refley sold me a lot of .38's by mistake. When will the
express get to Blowfen's?'
"'Eight-fifteen, or thereabouts. We must be on the watch at eight,' came
from the leader of the quartet. 'And I want every one of you to do the
right thing. If you don't, that twenty thousand will slip through our
fingers, and we may get our necks stretched instead.'
"A clap of thunder broke off the conversation at this point, and when
the reverberations rolled away, it was not resumed. The horsemen had
gathered under some trees to the right of us, and now occupied their
time in watching for their comrades and in examining the arms and other
traps which they carried.
"I had listened to their talk in rising horror, and the clutch Rexwell
took upon my arm told me plainly that he was not less affected. As the
thunder died away, he whispered hoarsely into my ear: 'Train wreckers!'
"I looked at him and nodded. 'They are going to wreck the express
to-night, too,' I added in a whisper.
"'We must stop them.'
"Yes, that was plainly our duty. But how was the deed to be
accomplished? We were only two to four, or more, and our small pocket
arms would prove of small value should we expose ourselves and provoke a
'mix-up.'
"'That Shorer is the notorious train wrecker from Scotland,' said
Rexwell. 'There is a reward up for his capture, I think.'
"'Let's effect his capture, and collar the reward,' I cried eagerly.
"'Hush, Robert! Collar the reward! If they found us here they wouldn't
hesitate to fill us full of holes. That Shorer is as cold-blooded as
they make them.'
"'If we could get away without being seen, we might ride back to
Wheatland and inform the authorities.'
"'Providing we could get there before the express goes through.'
"'To do that, we'll have to get out at once.'
"A noise on the road made us break off. The rest of the train wrecker's
gang were coming up—six stalwart and bronzed men, each on a powerful
horse, and all heavily armed. The ten horsemen made an imposing
cavalcade.
"Silently I took down the rubber blanket and rolled it up, strapping it
fast in its place. Seeing this, Rexwell felt of his machine and examined
the pedals and running gear.
"'Follow me,' I whispered; and lifting my bicycle from the hollow, I
darted behind the clump of cottonwoods, and hurried through the woods in
a direction parallel to the highway. My chum came close behind me.
Inside of ten minutes we were several hundred feet away, and then we
turned into the road, mounted to our saddles, and pedalled down the back
track as rapidly as our weary legs and the state of the muddy highway
would permit. Once we fancied we heard a shout from behind, but we never
looked back and nothing followed.
"It was still raining; not as heavily as before, but still sufficiently
to reach our skins and render us far from comfortable. The wet bushes
and tree branches slashed in our faces, and twice both of us ran into
hollows and took nasty headers. But we minded nothing of it all, our one
thought being to get to Wheatland ahead of the express. If we failed, we
could well imagine what dreadful consequences would follow. If any one
was killed in the hold-up, we would consider ourselves little short of
being murderers.
"On, on, and still on we sped, the cold perspiration mixing with the
rain on our necks and faces, our hearts beating wildly and our breath
coming heavily. We were fagged out, yet we must keep on and cover the
fourteen miles which still lay between us and the nearest stopping place
of the express on the K. T. & B. railway.
"As we reached the top of a hill and sped like rockets down the opposite
slope, Rexwell forged ahead in a truly reckless fashion. I had just
started to call to him to be careful, when I heard a crash, saw his
machine bounce up in the air, and he went sailing into a lot of brush.
Luckily I avoided the rock he had struck, and slowing up as quickly as
possible, I dismounted and went to his assistance.
"The wind had been knocked out of him, but no bones were broken, and
when I reached his side he was struggling to rise, his face and hands
scratched in a dozen places, from which the blood streamed freely.
"'How's my bike?' were his first words; and I picked the machine up, to
discover the front tire collapsed and the wheel twisted in two places.
"'That settles it; I can't ride any further to-night,' he groaned.
'You'll have to go it alone, Robert.'
"'And leave you?' I answered, quickly.
"'Yes, why not? I can take care of myself. I'll get to Wheatland
somehow, by morning. Or you can send a horse and wagon out to meet me.
Now, hurry up.'
"It would have been useless to argue with Rexwell, even had I felt
inclined to do so, which was not the case; so with a cheering word, I
went on alone through the wet and the gathering darkness.
"It was a solitary ride I shall never forget. I stopped once at the foot
of a second hill, to light my lamp, and that was the only time I
dismounted until I wheeled into the outskirts of Wheatland, panting for
breath, my eyes bulging out of their sockets from the tremendous strain
to which they had been subjected in the gloom, and my legs aching so
greatly that I could scarcely stand upon them.
"'Show me the nearest way to the depot,' I cried to the first person I
met; and receiving the directions, sped on through the mud until the end
of the long platform was reached. With awful distinctness I heard the
clear whistle of an incoming locomotive, and heard the clanging of the
bell. It was the express sliding into the station. I fairly tumbled from
my bicycle and lumbered forward as the long train slowed up. The
engineer was looking back from his seat in the cab, as I came closer and
called to him:
"'For heaven's sake, don't go ahead yet!' I gasped. 'You'll be wrecked
if you do.'
"'What's that?' he cried, and as I repeated my words he leaped down and
caught me by the arm. I was soon surrounded by a crowd, consisting of
the engineer, fireman, conductor and half a dozen of the train and
station hands. Everyone listened to my story with close attention.
"'Hank Shorer means to keep his word,' said the engineer. 'He vowed four
years ago to do me and the express. Where's the head constable?'
"The officer was not at hand, but soon a posse of men from town were
marshalled together under the leadership of the conductor, a man of
fifty, with an iron will and, so I was told by an outsider, one who
could shoot as straight as anybody in the country.
"Tired out as I was, I still could not resist the temptation to board
the train as a passenger, after sending a man with a wagon back for
Rexwell.
"We pulled out of the station with exactly twenty-six armed men on
board. In the cab were the engineer and the fireman, each with a rifle
at his elbow. It was still raining, although not as heavily as before.
"Down the glistening tracks pounded big No. 657, which had drawn the
express for three years. Women and children had been left behind, and
the face of each man bore a look of determination and alertness. They
meant to teach the train wreckers a severe lesson, and, if possible,
break up the notorious gang which had terrorized the country for many
months.
"The flash of a red light ahead! It was the signal to halt. The engineer
set his teeth. One hand went to the lever, the other to the gun. The
struggle was at hand. The long train slowed up, and came to a halt fifty
feet ahead of the spot where the danger signal had been seen.
"'Up with your hands there!' came the command from two masked men, who
leaped aboard the tender and faced those in the cab. At the same instant
the remainder of the gang surrounded the train and began to board the
cars.
"A single shot rang out, followed by a dozen reports. Then came groans
and more shots.
"'We've been betrayed!' yelled a voice from beside the coach in which I
stood. 'Make for the hosses, boys!'
"It was the voice of Shorer. Hardly had he uttered the command, than the
conductor of the train took careful aim at the man and pulled the
trigger of his heavy rifle. There was a shriek, a half-leap into the
misty air, and the career of the most notorious train wrecker in that
section was closed forever.
"I was not left undisturbed. At the beginning of the encounter a bullet
had shattered the window glass beside me. In return for this I used my
own weapon, and succeeded in wounding one of the gang outside, in the
leg. Five others were wounded, and the remainder ran off as fast as they
could to where their horses were tethered in a nearby grove.
"'To the horses!' cried one of the posse from Wheatland, and a rush was
made for the express coach, in which half a dozen trusty animals had
been brought along. A gangplank was put out, the horses brought forth,
and in less than three minutes the riders were in the saddle and in hot
pursuit of the fleeing criminals.
"The dead body of Shorer was picked up and taken on board, along with
his wounded comrades. On the run back to town one of the wounded men
died. The others were taken to the county jail.
"By the time Rexwell arrived, I had cooled off somewhat, although I was
still far from being thoroughly calm. Both of us were surrounded, and we
had to tell our story from beginning to end.
"By nightfall of the next day the horsemen came back with two additional
prisoners, who were also jailed. The others of the gang escaped for the
time, though I have since heard that they were captured out in Wales.
"For the part we had played in the memorable incident narrated, Rexwell
and I were well rewarded, both by the railroad and the express company.
But, while the reward was a highly acceptable one, I had no desire for
another such adventure while touring on my wheel."