Jack's courage and perseverance were of a high order.
He deposited the basket in a metal, bullet-proof box on the front platform, and seating himself, seized the wheel.
"I've got explosives enough here to blow the whole crew to fragments," he muttered. "And what is more, I'll do it too, in order to wrest my friends from their clutches!"
Back along the road rolled the Terror.
The moon now rose in the sky.
In a few minutes Jack neared the hut.
Stopping the electric stage within fifty yards of it, he picked up one or the bombs and shouted:
"Jesse James, come out here, or I'll blow that hut up!"
Receiving no reply, Jack hurled the grenade.
It struck an end of the hut.