"How long were we here?" asked Bluff, sighing, and they knew he was
thinking again of the weary hours that must elapse ere he could open
that big trunk in order to ascertain whether his fears in connection
with that beloved hunting-knife had any foundation or not.

"Three hours, about. Give them another half hour to get moving, and
there you are. Hark! The engineer has started to whistle. That is to
tell the passengers a start is intended; and here they come, rushing
pell-mell, fearful of getting left." And Frank laughed at the energy
displayed by some of those who had been aboard.

It was a critical time when the train slowly pushed out upon the long
trestle. Everybody doubtless held their breath, and doubtless many a
heart throbbed with suspense.

"It's all right, boys! We're safely over!" exclaimed Jerry, as, looking
out of the open window, he could see that they had passed the critical
stage.

"Oh! I'm so glad! I don't know when I've felt such a flutter about my
heart. But, anyway, I secured a cracking good snapshot of that burning
bridge. Every time we look at it we can remember our hold-up," observed
Will, sighing with relief.

It was now about ten o'clock at night, and on account of the delay,
travel was more or less congested along the line.

Frank, upon making inquiries, learned that they would not arrive at
their destination until about daybreak, and so he and his chums went to