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“
That
must
be
it
.
Yes
,
sure
,
that
’
s
just
what
they
are
doing
.
”
The
forward
door
of
the
car
opened
and
closed
and
the
school
-
teachers
shrieked
and
cowered
.
The
drummer
with
the
revolver
faced
about
,
his
eyes
bulging
.
However
,
it
was
only
the
train
conductor
,
hatless
,
his
lantern
in
his
hand
.
He
was
soaked
with
rain
.
He
appeared
in
the
aisle
.
“
Is
there
a
doctor
in
this
car
?
”
he
asked
.
Promptly
the
passengers
surrounded
him
,
voluble
with
questions
.
But
he
was
in
a
bad
temper
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
anything
more
than
you
,
”
he
shouted
angrily
.
“
It
was
a
hold
-
up
.
I
guess
you
know
that
,
don
’
t
you
?
Well
,
what
more
do
you
want
to
know
?
I
ain
’
t
got
time
to
fool
around
.
They
cut
off
our
express
car
and
have
cracked
it
open
,
and
they
shot
one
of
our
train
crew
,
that
’
s
all
,
and
I
want
a
doctor
.
”
“
Did
they
shoot
him
—
kill
him
,
do
you
mean
?
”
“
Is
he
hurt
bad
?
”
“
Did
the
men
get
away
?
”
“
Oh
,
shut
up
,
will
you
all
?
”
exclaimed
the
conductor
.
