"What the devil, sir, do--My word! It's Dauntless!" sputtered
Windomshire.

"Where is she?" shouted Joe, convinced that his rival had captured his
runaway fiancee and was now confronting him for explanation.

"Confound you, sir, it's none of your business," roared Windomshire,
confident that Dauntless had been sent by Mrs. Thursdale to intercept
him in his flight with the governess. "Damn your impudence!"

"Stand aside, Windomshire," exclaimed Joe, white with anger and dread.
"I'm going to find her. What have you done with her?"

"You sha'n't interfere, Dauntless," cried Windomshire, squaring
himself. "She's going to be my wife, and---"

"I guess NOT! Get out of my way, or---"

"She's on that train, confound you, and I'm going away with her
whether you like it or not--or anybody else, for that matter," said
Windomshire, refusing to budge an inch.

"Well, you'll have a damned hard time getting rid of me," roared Joe,
trying to break past his rival. A baggage-man leaped between them in
time to prevent blows. He held the angry, mistaken rivals apart,--
rivals no longer, if they only knew. "Let go of me! Hold this fellow
and I'll give you a hundred dollars--hold him till the train goes!"

"Hold me, will you? My word! What is this? A highway robbery!"