Just then Jack uttered a stifled cry.
"There they are!" he exclaimed.
"Whar?" eagerly asked Tim, peering out.
"Across the creek! See there!"
He pointed to the eastward and stopped the Terror.
A league away rode a large body of horsemen, and as Jack leveled a glass at them, he saw that there was no mistake about the matter–they were the James Boys' gang.
"How ve get across dot streams ter shase dem?" asked Fritz.
"That's what worried me," replied Jack. "I can't see a means anywhere. It's bound to delay us. Before we can do anything for Timberlake, they may kill him."
"Ay, ay, an' wot's more," added Tim, "they may reach ther railroad an' stop them cars afore we kin stop them."
"What a pity that I did not have a pair of air cylinders under this stage!" regretfully said Jack. "We could then have floated her across the stream."