It required several hours to repair the driving rod, and when it was finished, although not as strong as it was before, it was very firm.
They could not do anything further that night, so they divided the watch and turned in.
After breakfast on the following morning, Jack mounted the steersman's seat, and sent the Terror rolling to the place where the bandits were last seen.
There he saw a large plain trail they had left.
"I'll follow their tracks," said he to Tim, who had taken a seat beside him. "It's an easy trail to follow, and if we have say sort of a chance, we are bound to run them down in a short time."
"I ain't so sure about that my lad."
"Why not?"
"Jesse James are mighty cunnin'."
"That's a fact. He may fool us yet,"
"Still thar ain't no harm in tryin'."