A WILD RIDE.
The engine rocked crazily as it dashed along, and the boys hung on to
whatever offered for dear life. Around curve after curve they shot
with a lurch, the locomotive threatening at every turn to leave the
rails.
"Where is the end of this road?" asked Chester of Hal, raising his
voice to a shout to make himself heard above the roar of the speeding
locomotive.
"I don't know," Hal shouted back.
"Then you had better slow down. The tracks in front may be torn up and
we would certainly be killed."
"You are right," shouted Hal.
Quickly he closed the throttle and applied the brakes. The huge mogul
trembled violently and shook all over, but its speed was soon
slackened.
Looking behind, the two lads saw that they had left their pursuers far
in the rear, and both breathed more freely.
"How far are we going on this thing, anyhow?" Chester demanded.
"Don't you think we had better get off and walk back?"
"What! and leave the engine in the hands of the enemy? Not much.
Besides, I am certain the British must control this road at the other
end or it would have been destroyed by this time. We'll just keep on
going and see what happens."
"Well, something will happen, all right," said Chester. "I can feel it
in my bones. However, you are the doctor. Forward it is, then."
The locomotive was going more slowly now, Hal always keeping a keen
eye ahead. For perhaps five minutes they rode along without incident;
then suddenly Hal, without even a word to Chester, "opened her up"
again.
Once more the huge locomotive jumped forward.
"What's the matter now?" cried Chester, springing to Hal's side.
"Matter!" shouted Hal. "Look ahead."
Chester peered out, and drew his head back with an exclamation.
"More Germans, eh!" he muttered, and then shouted. "You do the driving
and I'll keep her hot."
"Good!" Hal called back, never taking his eyes from the road ahead.
Apparently the Germans were unconscious of the approach of the
locomotive, for they did not even glance in its direction. Troopers
stood beside either side of the track, and several groups were
standing between the rails.
Closer and closer the engine approached, and still they did not move.
A moment later and the great steel monster was upon them. There was a
sudden shout, but it was too late--for some, at any rate.
The great locomotive caught them as they attempted to jump from the
track, and hurled them in all directions. Hal and Chester ducked low
inside the cab, and it was well that they did so; for, as the engine
shot past, hundreds of bullets sped through the cab, and hundreds more
flattened themselves against the steel-protected sides. It was close
work, and no mistake.
"Whew!" breathed Chester, after they had safely run the gauntlet of
the German fire and Hal had once more reduced the speed of the
locomotive. "That was close."
"Too close for comfort," Hal agreed.
"I wonder how many we killed back there," said Chester.
"I don't know, but I am sure it was enough. It seemed to be their
lives or ours."
"It's only a few more gone to the Happy Hunting Ground in a mistaken
cause," said Chester slowly. "But, as you say, it was either they or
us. There was nothing else we could do."
"No," said Hal, "there wasn't; but, just the same, it gave me a cold
chill as they went flying through the air. It was terrible."
Both lads were silent for a time, as the locomotive continued on its
way. It was getting dusk now, and Hal was forced to reduce the speed
of the engine even more. They went slowly along, both lads keeping a
wary eye ahead for Germans.
Darkness came on, and still they rode along. Their speed was little
better than a walk, and it was well that Hal had decided to
discontinue his reckless driving.
From ahead, a sudden red glare went up to the sky, followed almost
instantly by a report like that of a thousand cannons. The locomotive
came to a stop with a jolt as Hal applied the brakes.
"What's up now?" demanded Chester.
"I don't know; but that explosion sounded to me as if there were
something wrong ahead. I wouldn't be surprised if the Germans had
dynamited the bridge."
"By George! I believe you are right," exclaimed Chester. "I wouldn't
have thought of it, and if I had been in your place at the throttle
the chances are we would have gone over if such is the case."
"Well," said Hal, "I'll climb down, take a walk ahead and
investigate."
"I'll go with you," declared Chester.
"No, you won't. You stay here and watch the engine."
"You are right, as usual," said Chester. "But don't be any longer than
you can help."
Hal agreed, and a moment later Chester lost sight of him in the
darkness.
Slowly and cautiously Hal made his way along the track. As he moved
stealthily around a curve in the road the cause of the explosion
became apparent. It was even as he had feared. His quick wit had
detected the meaning of the explosion and none too soon.
Just ahead, where a short time before had been a bridge spanning a
deep chasm, there was now nothing but space. The bridge had been blown
up. Had Hal applied the brakes to the engine one minute later, in
spite of the fact that it was traveling very slowly, both boys
probably would have been carried over the embankment to certain death;
for it is doubtful that either, in the darkness, would have noticed
the absence of the bridge in time to leap to safety.
And now Hal could make out a number of rapidly moving figures. To his
dismay, he saw that they were moving in his direction. He turned
quickly and ran back to the locomotive, where Chester was anxiously
awaiting his return.
"Out here, quick!" he cried, and Chester, in response to his command,
leaped to the ground.
Hal once more jumped aboard the locomotive, unheeding Chester's cry of
wonder, released the brakes, and threw the throttle wide open. Then he
dropped sprawling to the ground, while the engine dashed madly down
the track.
Hal was not badly hurt and was quickly on his feet.
"What's the matter?" asked Chester in alarm.
"Matter is that the Germans are coming this way," answered Hal. "Come,
let's get away from here while we have a chance. We may be able to
escape in the darkness."
"But why did you start that engine down the track like that?"
"Well, I couldn't see that it was any use to us any longer, and it may
dispose of a few more Germans. They are walking up the track in
force."
This appealed to Chester.
"Good!" he cried, and both stopped in their tracks to listen.
A second and there came to their ears a sudden startled shout,
followed by a fearful yell, a moment of silence, and then a crash.
"Good-by engine," said Hal. "That's a good job done. You perished
nobly. Now," to Chester, "let's get away from this spot as fast as we
can."
They turned their faces in the direction from which they had come, and
set out at a brisk pace. They plodded along for an hour through the
open country, finally coming to a dense woods.
"Guess we had better try and lose ourselves in here," said Chester.
"Right you are," agreed Hal.
They entered the friendly shelter of the trees. Here they were forced
to travel more slowly. They made good progress, however, and at the
end of another hour had covered considerable distance.
"I guess we are safe enough as long as we can stay in the woods," said
Chester.
"Don't be too sure," declared Hal. "It's the unexpected that always
happens."
The words were hardly out of his mouth when the truth of them was
proved. As they emerged from where the trees were thickest into a
little clearing a sudden, guttural command brought them to an abrupt
stop.
"Halt!" came a voice. "Halt, or I fire!"