Seeing how the thing was done, Bob started to do the same upon the car ahead.
He reached the guide upon which the door hung, and was making his way along it toward the opening when Casco’s head suddenly appeared from out of the empty car.
“Now I have you!” cried the scar-faced man. He reached out, and, catching Bob by the arm, attempted to throw the young photographer from the train.
CHAPTER XXIII
BOB FORMS A RESOLUTION
The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Bob had all he could do to hold on with the remaining hand.
“Let up!” he cried.
“Not much! Off you go, Alden!”
“Help! help!” cried Bob.
He attempted to draw back on the platform, but Casco held him fast by the arm, while at the same time trying to push him away from his hold.
“What’s up?” cried the train-hand from the other car.