“The man's right,” Mallory went on. “We haven't got any business scrapping; we've got to pull together. Now tell me what you were trying to do.”
Jawn looked out ahead before he replied,—
“I ain't going to leave Mr. West down there.”
“Isn't Mr. West back?” asked the detective, in a startled tone. “He's had time enough to go clear to the station and back. I went pretty near to it myself. They've got a train full of men. It looks like business.”
“Hear that, Donohue?” said Mallory. “What do you think we can do against a gang like that?”
“That don't make no difference, Mr. Mattison says, 'Hold the line if you lose an engine doing it,' and I'm going to hold it.”
“But stop to think, man. There isn't a possible chance of holding it. We'll do more good by dodging back and keeping them guessing until the relief comes. As it stands now we are perfectly helpless.”
“Now look here,” said Jawn. “You go back and fetch every man you got.”
“What are you up to?”
“No difference what I'm up to. You fetch your men.”