"We are all well aware of that," sneered Dick. "You were too much a coward even to follow."
"You mean I had too much good sense."
"I mean what I said."
"Then you lie!"
Smack!
That man was stretched his full length the same instant.
"A little too much, that, when I risked my life to lead you to an attack that would have been a success if you had only supported me. There is no good reason why those fellows should not be our prisoners this minute!"
No one else ventured to dispute the point, and the fellow Dick had floored got slowly up, nursing an injured eye, and went muttering to a seat and sat down, while Dick paced up and down the car aisle, like a caged tiger. For a leader so intrepid, the defeat was crushing.
In the mean time the looting of the express-car had been successfully accomplished.
The car was a strong one, built without end doors, and calculated to withstand a severe siege, but it was not, of course, proof against dynamite.