think it was only a shadow they saw. Let them act first. They
must. They haven't any too much time. Let them get impatient."

For some minutes we waited.

Sure enough, separated widely, but converging toward the treasure-
train at last, we could see several dark figures making their way
from the road across a strip of field and over the rails. I made a
move with my gun.

"Don't," whispered Kennedy. "Let them get together."

His ruse was clever. Evidently they thought that it had been
indeed a wraith at which they had fired. Swiftly now they hurried
to the nearest of the gold-laden cars. We could hear them,
breaking in where the guards had either been rendered unconscious
or had fled.

I looked around at Maude Euston. She was the calmest of us all as
she whispered:

"They are in the car. Can't we DO something?"

"Lane," whispered Kennedy, "crawl through under the trucks with
me. Walter, and you, Dugan," he added, to the guard, "go down the
other side. We must rush them--in the car."

As Kennedy crawled under the train again I saw Maude Euston follow
Lane closely.