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"No, you're not," replied Ketchel; "go back to your luxurious caboose and get your heaviest coat and your trusty revolver; we might see some game going through the Pass," and Bob winked wisely at his "boyhood" friend. "Don't pull out until I get back," warned Jim, as he started on a trot toward one of the rear Pullmans, called a "caboose" by the flippant Bob.
"Nothing like the real horse," replied Bob Ketchel, "but I can manage this fire eater all right, too." "Trust you for that," agreed Jim heartily. "We will be pulling out in about five minutes," remarked Ketchel; "the tourists in the eating house are just swallowing their pie now with an anxious eye on the conductor. Hope they don't choke." "I'm already, Bob," said Jim.
"Dynamite," replied the engineer, producing a small chunk of the same to view. "Won't it blow up the engine, too?" asked Jim. "Not likely with this amount," said Ketchel. "We will have to chance it anyhow." "Ain't you afraid that you might take a chaw on it, by mistake for your tobacco?" queried Jim in a matter-of-fact voice. Bob Ketchel only grinned by way of reply.
And how did you lads escape without bullets in your hides. Yer must have charmed lives the both of you." "How many of 'em did you get, Bill," yelled back the engineer from his cab. "Aye, there is many of them that will carry black marks the rest of their lives, where I handed them some chunks of coal." "The company will take it out of your salary for wasting their coal," remarked Ketchel.
Perhaps Bob Ketchel let his engine take it rather slowly. However that may be, Jim in a few seconds was alongside of "The General Denver" and then his foot was on the ugly saddle stirrup of iron and he was aboard the engine in a jiffy. "Pretty good for a tenderfoot," grinned Bob. "No wonder the Injuns couldn't catch you."
I just sailed in, and was beginning to make the man think that he had stumbled on Stanley Ketchel or Kid Brady or a dynamite explosion by mistake, when the other fellow loosed himself from the bookcase, and they started in on me together, and there was a general rough house, in the middle of which somebody seemed to let off about fifty thousand dollars' worth of fireworks all in a bunch; and I didn't remember anything more till I found myself in a cell, pretty nearly knocked to pieces.
By the help of a few ties they made a respectable fort. "So far, so well," said Ketchel, "but it won't do to stay here very long, for they will loot the train." "Nearly the whole gang is down there," cried Jim, "I can tell by the firing." "We've got to clear that barricade off the track and quick, too," declared the engineer. "It's our only hope."
Working frantically, Jim was able to drag their submerged ally from the retreat that had almost buried him. The cold air brought him to, and he rose staggeringly to his feet. "Yer started your thrain too suddint, Mr. Ketchel, and pulled two ton of coal over my poor head," cried the fireman in half humorous indignation. "Why didn't you whistle and give me fair warning as to your intentions.
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