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“
Don
’
t
let
him
open
that
window
,
”
cried
Annixter
sharply
from
his
place
by
Hilma
’
s
side
,
for
the
drummer
had
made
as
if
to
open
the
sash
in
one
of
the
sections
that
had
not
been
made
up
.
“
Sure
,
that
’
s
right
,
”
said
the
others
.
“
Don
’
t
open
any
windows
.
Keep
your
head
in
.
You
’
ll
get
us
all
shot
if
you
aren
’
t
careful
.
”
However
,
the
drummer
had
got
the
window
up
and
had
leaned
out
before
the
others
could
interfere
and
draw
him
away
.
“
Say
,
by
jove
,
”
he
shouted
,
as
he
turned
back
to
the
car
,
“
our
engine
’
s
gone
.
We
’
re
standing
on
a
curve
and
you
can
see
the
end
of
the
train
.
She
’
s
gone
,
I
tell
you
.
Well
,
look
for
yourself
.
”
In
spite
of
their
precautions
,
one
after
another
,
his
friends
looked
out
.
Sure
enough
,
the
train
was
without
a
locomotive
.
“
They
’
ve
done
it
so
we
can
’
t
get
away
,
”
vociferated
the
drummer
with
the
pistol
.
“
Now
,
by
jiminy
-
Christmas
,
they
’
ll
come
through
the
cars
and
stand
us
up
.
They
’
ll
be
in
here
in
a
minute
.
LORD
!
WHAT
WAS
THAT
?
”
From
far
away
up
the
track
,
apparently
some
half
-
mile
ahead
of
the
train
,
came
the
sound
of
a
heavy
explosion
.
The
windows
of
the
car
vibrated
with
it
.
“
Shooting
again
.
”
“
That
isn
’
t
shooting
,
”
exclaimed
Annixter
.
“
They
’
ve
pulled
the
express
and
mail
car
on
ahead
with
the
engine
and
now
they
are
dynamiting
her
open
.
”
