Wondering what was meant, he and Mr. Wallace had started toward the front of the coach when they were interrupted by a cry that echoed through the train.
“We’re being robbed!” exclaimed Mr. Wallace, hurrying back to the seat. “There’s a gang holding up the train!”
CHAPTER XI
Chubby the Eater
“ROBBED?” cried Bob, almost unbelievingly.
Before he could say anything further, a tall, dark man appeared at the front of the coach. Roughly he shouted something in the native tongue, at the same time flashing a shining pistol in full view of all.
“Quick!” exclaimed Mr. Wallace, taking advantage of an opportunity. “Hide our money—under the seat there next to you.”
The naturalist handed his pocketbook to Bob, who had taken his own purse from his pocket. The two he placed in a little crack between the seat and the side of the coach.
He was not a moment too soon. Scarcely had the youth resumed his natural position when the robber appeared before him and demanded money.