Car Three swept around the bend.
"There they are!" cried Conley.
"Coming head on!" commented Phil. He seemed not in the least disturbed, despite the fact that he believed himself to be facing certain death.
Billy let out a yell of joy.
"They are on another track. They are not on these irons at all!" he shouted.
Phil had observed this at about the same instant. He saw something else, too. The road on which the train was approaching crossed his track at right angles. The other was a double track railroad, and the train was a fast express train, tearing along at high speed.
"We're safe!" breathed Billy, heaving a great sigh of relief.
"No, we are not. We are going to smash right into them, broadside, unless we can check our car enough to clear them."
"You think so?"
"I know so."