This amazed them.
But they heard Bismarck yell:
"Go it, you chumps–go it."
"Whoever that is howling," growled Jesse, "has got a nerve! I suppose he won't do anything until we get around the stage. Then he'll try to blow us up."
"Don't go near the blamed thing then," said Wood Hite.
"There's nothing in it for us, but I'd like to blow the infernal thing to pieces, so it can't do us any more damage."
"Oh, we can do that as soon as we get more dynamite."
"That's so. The party who is inside will hang around here in hopes of rescuing their pals, and we'll get a chance later."
None of them dared go too near the stage.
Nor was it of any use to fire at the Terror.