be seen a fire, and one glance was enough to tell the chums that, just
as Jerry had said, a trestle of some sort seemed to be burning.

Loud shouts attested to the fact that every available man was hurrying
to the scene, in the hope of saving the trestle before it was so far
gone that nothing could be done.

"Come on, fellows! Our train must stay where it is until this thing is
done burning, one way or the other. Perhaps we can help put the fire out
with buckets."

That was the first thought Frank had, to be of some assistance.

The four of them ran with the rest of the passengers. Such a spectacle
could not be witnessed every day, and every one was desirous of getting
closer to the scene of action.

"How did it catch?" asked Frank of a railroad man who was hustling
about, handing buckets to a line of men extending down to the water of
the creek far below.

"Don't know. Perhaps from sparks left by the six-seventeen freight. Lend
a hand here, lads; we need all the help we can get," replied the other.

"Sure! That's what we came for. Get along, boys, and pass these
buckets!" cried Jerry, suiting the action to the words.

Once the string of buckets got to going, and the contents began to be
cast upon the creeping flames, there sprang up a hope that the trestle
might be saved.