"Not much!" exclaimed Frank. "We've started and we're going to see this thing through. We said we'd help you, and we will; eh, Andy?"
"That's what! We'll find out where the treasure of Golden Peak is, or know the reason why."
This was just the spirit the Racer boys always showed. Andy might be quick and impulsive, but he had something of the quiet determination of Frank, and together they made a "team" that was hard to beat.
All the injured having been made as comfortable as possible, the other passengers filed into the cars of the relief train, leaving the wrecking crew to do their work. By means of a freight switch the relief train could get back on the main track and pass around the wreck.
"Well, our baggage is all right," announced Frank, as he saw their trunks, among a number of others, taken from the smashed car and put aboard the other. "Now we must send word to father and mother that we are safe, so they won't worry."
"That's right," agreed Andy.
"As my uncle doesn't know just what train I'm coming on he won't be alarmed," said Billy, "so there is no need to send him word. But you fellows ought to wire home, for there'll be all sorts of newspaper stories of this smash."
The conductor readily undertook to forward any messages which passengers might wish to send, and the Racer boys filed theirs with him. Then the relief train left the sad scene, carrying many who had thankful hearts that it was no worse, for the escape of nearly all the passengers had been little short of miraculous.
"Well, we're on our way again," remarked Andy, as they made themselves comfortable in the car.
"And there is the little old lady, and the man whose valises you switched," said Frank. "But I guess the trick is spoiled, Andy, for neither of them seem to have any baggage."