CHAPTER X.
A WILD RIDE.
The engine rocked crazily as it dashed along, and the boys hung on to whatever offered for dear life. Around curve after curve they shot with a lurch, the locomotive threatening at every turn to leave the rails.
“Where is the end of this road?” asked Chester of Hal, raising his voice to a shout to make himself heard above the roar of the speeding locomotive.
“I don’t know,” Hal shouted back.
“Then you had better slow down. The tracks in front may be torn up and we would certainly be killed.”
“You are right,” shouted Hal.
Quickly he closed the throttle and applied the brakes. The huge mogul trembled violently and shook all over, but its speed was soon slackened.
Looking behind, the two lads saw that they had left their pursuers far in the rear, and both breathed more freely.
“How far are we going on this thing, anyhow?” Chester demanded. “Don’t you think we had better get off and walk back?”