On went the stage.
She ran into the city at dusk.
Jesse was put in jail, and Jack and his friends left the stage under guard, and hurried to the railroad depot.
Fortune seemed to favor them.
The first person they saw standing on the platform waiting for the train, was Frank James.
Jack lightly stepped up behind him.
Grasping both of his arms, he exclaimed:
"Frank James, you are my prisoner!"
A startled cry burst from the outlaw's lips, and he made an effort to tear himself free and reach his pistols.
But the iron grip of the young inventor was not to be shaken off so easily, and the wiry bandit found himself as helpless as an infant in the hands of Jack.