"Go away!" was the reply, emphasized by a quick advance of the bayonet.
Seeing that it was no time to argue, Billie slid back into the darkness.
CHAPTER VIII.
TREACHERY FOILED.
Broncho Billie had been in too many unpleasant places to be at all worried over his predicament, but he was much concerned about the condition of the train and its passengers, practically all of whom were Americans and a large majority of whom were women and children.
"It would be fierce," he mused, "to have them held here, or in a detention camp as prisoners; and it would be worse if we should be attacked by an overwhelming force of revolutionists. I've just got to know the truth."
He glanced up at the coach with its dimly lighted windows.
"I wish I could talk to old Don. He most always knows what to do. But how can I get at him?"
He sneaked out to where he could see the coach platform. The guard was still there, as well as the guard on the other car.