"No, we're off!"
"You'll wait," said Arthur Engelmann, seizing Dick's arm; "it's my brother."
"I can't help it, you'll have to leave him behind."
"Then I'll stay too!"
"Go ahead, if you want to."
At this moment shrill bugle-calls resounded from one of the nearby streets.
"The Japanese!" roared Fighting Dick; "come on, Arthur!"
But Arthur snatched his wounded brother from the two men who were carrying him and lifted him across his own shoulder, while the others, led by Fighting Dick, rushed past him and jumped on the train.
Bullets were whizzing past and several had entered the walls of the station when Fighting Dick's voice gave the command: "Let her go, Forster! Let her go!"
Puffing and snorting, and with the pistons turning the high wheels, which could not get a hold on the slippery rails, at lightning speed, the engine started just as the Japanese soldiers ran into the station, from the windows of which they commenced to fire blindly at the departing train. The bullets poured into the rear cars like hail-stones, smashing the wooden walls and window-panes.