"That man Mason is a devil!" he exclaimed.
"We'll make short work of him for this terrible deed," said Harry.
"And I wish I could help you."
Shortly afterward the track-walker departed to resume his lonely tramp along the road-bed with a sledge over his shoulder to replace any spike or frogs dislodged by the passing cars.
Left alone, the Bradys glanced at each other, and Harry remarked softly:
"Our time hasn't come to perish yet, partner."
"I felt sure of that, even before that man came to our rescue."
"We've found out now what a desperate man Mason is."
"And we'll have to resort to drastic measures to get the best of him."
"How do you feel?"