They walked briskly till they had probably got a quarter of a mile on their way to the next station. Then they paused and looked back, for on the way they had passed the train.
"What's the matter with the train?" asked Barlow.
"Don't know. It's making quite a stop."
"I wish it would get wrecked."
This gave an idea to Jones.
"So I say. We'd get even with that miner, and the men that hustled us off the train. What do you say to wrecking it?"
"We can do it. See that switch?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"I'm an old switchman. Tended switch for three years on a Western road. All we'll have to do is to reverse that switch," pointing to one a hundred feet farther on, "and there'll be a smash."
Barlow's breath came quick. He was not as daring a rascal as his companion.