He noted the direction the bandits were pursuing, and sent the Terror running along again.
Tim and Fritz maintained an anxious lookout in the meantime for an opportunity of getting over the creek.
CHAPTER VIII.
HOLDING UP A TRAIN.
"Midnight!"
"Dere vos der roat."
"Ay, but whar's the bandits?"
The Inventor had been obliged to run the Terror to the headwaters of the creek ere they were able to pass the stream.
Considerable time had thus been lost.
Indeed, it was twelve o'clock before they reached the railroad track at a point between Polo and Cowgill.