"Curse you for the cowards you are!" he cried, facing his fellow-passengers.
"Why did you not back me up as you promised? We had them dead to rights then, had you but done your part!"
"And they would now have us dead," argued one of the timid ones, "the same as that poor fellow they did drop."
"And whose death counts for nothing, because you did not take advantage of the moment," retorted Dick, hotly.
Dick Bristol was disgusted.
Outside the cars, now, at a sufficient distance to command a good view, men were watching for the appearance of a head.
The same trick could not be repeated; the advantage once lost was lost for good and all, and Fighting Dick's chagrin was great to think that he had risked so much and gained so little.
"And for whose death you are responsible," rejoined the one who had spoken before.
"Not so much as are you," cried Dick.
"It was not I who led the foolhardy attack," the retort.