starting up.

"Oh! Where are you going?" asked Will.

"Outside, to find out what the trouble is," replied the other.

"But you may get hurt if those bad men start to shooting up the train,"
expostulated the official photographer anxiously.

Jerry gave a hoarse laugh.

"Tell me about that, will you! He actually believes we are going to be
put through a course of 'stand and deliver' by the merry gentlemen of
the road. Why, bless you, my boy, didn't you hear one man say something
about a trestle burning just ahead? It spells delay for us, but that's
the worst of the whole affair."

"Then I'm going out, too," declared Will, with sudden zeal, as he
snatched up his camera and threw the strap over his shoulder.

He scented a chance for a striking picture, and to obtain that Will
would have risked even a possible encounter with train robbers.

Frank and Bluff would not be left behind, and quickly the entire quartet
had reached the platform. They found that the stop was at a little
country station. A signal had suddenly flashed before the eyes of the
engineer, telling him he must not think of running past, which accounted
for the quick work of the compressed-air brakes.

No need to tell what was wrong. Up the track a quarter of a mile could