"Captain Joaquin."
"The deuce you say! That settles it, Tom," to the fireman. "We had better keep right on reachin' skyward."
"Et won't be healthy fur ye ef ye don't," they were again warned. "Captain Joaquin is after the funds of the Castleville Bank, and he is bound to have 'em at any cost."
"The Castleville National Bank?"
"Jist so."
"What have we got to do with the funds of the bank? Does he think they are in the express safe to-day?"
"He don't think it; he knows it."
"But, he is dreaming. What would the bank's funds be on our train for?"
"The bank has closed up its business, to take effect at noon to-day, and the capital is on its way to San Francisco. But, it will never get thar."
Perhaps the engineer and fireman did not notice it, but the Western twang and mannerism of this man's speech were forced; it was evident that his natural speech was correct—that he was no border tough.