If only that car had contained half a dozen such men as he often had around him as allies!
As it was there was not a saving hand—not a single spirit brave enough to attempt his defense; and it was just as well, for had there been one such, he would have been unsupported; it would have been a needless sacrifice of a brave man.
"Now, then, come this way!" Captain Joaquin ordered. "Have you got any baggage aboard?"
"Not an ounce."
"All the better."
Dick advanced, as ordered, and way was made for him to pass out, the outlaws still covering the passengers with their guns.
One of their number laid a hand on Dick as he passed, and went with him, while the others backed away from the door, their revolvers still to the front, and sprang to the ground.
Captain Joaquin sounded a whistle.
His men backed away from the train with him, their Winchesters and revolvers ready for instant service.
When they had withdrawn to the distance of several yards, the captain shouted to the engineer to go ahead, but the conductor swung his arm and countermanded the order.