As soon as the first automobile reached the railroad platform a man sprang from the car, holding a Gladstone bag in one hand and a suitcase in the other. He looked back, and then made a wild dash for the train, which was just rolling into the station.
"Look! It's Carson Davenport!" exclaimed Jack.
"And see who are after him—Tate, Jackson and three or four other men!"
"Stop, Davenport!" yelled one of the men. "Stop or I'll shoot!" and he flourished a revolver, and another man in the crowd did the same. Then the bunch jumped from the second automobile and dashed pell-mell toward the train.
CHAPTER XXX
THE NEW WELL—CONCLUSION
Carson Davenport was halfway up the steps of the car when Jake Tate and another man hauled him backward to the station platform.
"They've got him!" exclaimed Jack, as he and his cousins, along with the rest of the gathering crowd, came closer.
"Hi! Hi! Let me alone!" yelled Davenport. "Don't shoot! What is the meaning of this, anyway?"