Part 14 (1/2)

”A train! Can't we stop her?” suggested Jack.

”They'd never see us in the smoke.”

”Then, say, let us throw the old car across the tracks, so they'll strike it. They would probably stop to see what it was.”

”It might derail her. No. I've got it. Come on, and get the car started so she'll cross the bridge, and I'll explain.”

”Now,” said Jack, as they rolled out on the trestle.

”You remember the steep grade just over the bridge? Well, we'll stop about fifty yards this side, wait till the train whistles the last crossing, then hit it up for all we are worth, and--”

”And let the train catch us?” cried Jack. ”But, gracious! won't that be taking an awful chance?”

”No, for she won't be going very fast, on account of the curve at the bottom, and we'll be going like a house afire,” declared Alex, confidently. ”And when she bunts us, we'll jump for her cow-catcher, and five minutes later we'll be out in the glorious fresh air again.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: CLOSER CAME THE ROARING MONSTER.]

”Well, all right. If you are willing to take the risk, I am,” said Jack.

They reached the spot designated by Alex, and brought the car to a stand.

Again came the whistle of the train. ”Ready!” cried Alex. ”The next time!”

It came. Like sprinters they threw themselves at the car, and in a few strides were racing down the rails at full speed; reached the head of the grade, and sprang over the tail-board just as the train rumbled onto the bridge.

Downward they shot, gaining momentum at every turn of the wheels.

”Whe-ew! But we're taking an awful chance,” said Jack, nervously.

”No. Listen to her brakes,” said Alex.

Despite his a.s.surance, when, a moment later, the great engine suddenly appeared out of the smoke and came thundering down upon them, Alex faltered, and, with Jack, nervously clutched the sides of the little car.

But das.h.i.+ng on unrestrained, they yet further increased their mad speed, and for a few seconds seemed even to be holding their own with the mighty mogul.

Then the great engine began eating up the distance between them, and the boys gathered themselves together for the supreme moment.

Closer came the roaring monster. ”Now, don't jump,” cautioned Alex, who had regained his nerve. ”Wait until she is just going to hit us, then fall forward and grab the brace--that rod there.

”Here she comes! Ready! _Now!_”

With a jolt the engine hit the car, and in an instant the boys fell forward, grasped a smoke-box brace, and in another moment had scrambled to the top of the cow-catcher.

And they were safe!

When, ten minutes later, the train came to a standstill at Bixton, the engineer suddenly felt his hair rise on end as two wildly unkempt and blackened figures appeared slowly dismounting from the front of his engine, and stumbled across the station platform. But the shout of joy which greeted them told they were no ghosts.

”Although I think we weren't far from it, were we, Jack?” said Alex, at home a few minutes after, when his mother made a similar comparison.

”I hope I'll not be as near it again for a long time to come,” said Jack, earnestly.