“Now,” said Jack, as they rolled out on the trestle.
“You remember the steep grade just over the bridge? Well, we’ll stop about fifty yards this side, wait till the train whistles the last crossing, then hit it up for all we are worth, and—”
“And let the train catch us?” cried Jack. “But, gracious! won’t that be taking an awful chance?”
“No, for she won’t be going very fast, on account of the curve at the bottom, and we’ll be going like a house afire,” declared Alex, confidently. “And when she bunts us, we’ll jump for her cow-catcher, and five minutes later we’ll be out in the glorious fresh air again.”
CLOSER CAME THE ROARING MONSTER.
“Well, all right. If you are willing to take the risk, I am,” said Jack.
They reached the spot designated by Alex, and brought the car to a stand.