Then the other turned and deliberately rolled to the edge of the trestle.
“Hamsa, you’re under arrest!” cried Bob. But he knew the words were futile for the only reply was a mocking laugh. Then Hamsa disappeared over the edge and seconds later there was the dull splash of a heavy body striking the water. Bob thought he heard the mocking laugh once more, but he couldn’t be sure.
Then the trainmen, led by the conductor, reached the scene.
“Where’s the other fellow?” demanded the conductor.
Bob pointed to the darkness below.
“He just rolled over the edge,” he said.
The startled conductor went to the edge of the trestle and swung his lantern over the side, but only the rush of dark waters could be seen.
“That’s the last you’ll see of him,” he said. “This stream is on a rampage and only a powerful man could get to shore.”
Bob nodded, but he was not sure about the conductor’s surmise that he had seen the last of Hamsa for he was both a powerful and resourceful man.
The trainmen helped Bob to his feet and assisted him back to the Limited.