took another leap to his brother's side.

"Get up, Dick" he yelled. "Here, let me get you off the tracks! The
train is coming!"

Only a faint groan answered him. Dick was still too dazed to think or
to act.

Tom caught hold of his brother and raised him up, and commenced to
drag him to the other side of the tracks, away from the wrecked
biplane. As he did this there came a shrill warning shriek from the
locomotive whistle. The engineer had seen the obstruction on the
tracks and had put on brakes, in a vain endeavor to stop the express.

As Tom commenced to haul Dick across the tracks, Sam came bounding to
his assistance, the shreds of his torn coat flapping behind him. He
caught his big brother by one arm.

"Hurry!" he yelled, hoarsely. "The express is almost here!"

Both boys made a wild leap to the edge of the railroad, dragging Dick
between them. Tom got his foot caught in the rails and almost pitched
headlong. They fairly fell into the bushes, and Dick went down with
them.

Then the express thundered up, the whistle shrieking loudly and the
sparks flying from the wheels where the brakes gripped them. The
locomotive struck the Dartaway, and the next instant the biplane was
smashed to pieces, the broken parts flying in all directions!