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“
Oh
,
I
know
they
will
come
through
the
car
and
rob
us
,
”
wailed
the
school
-
teachers
.
The
lady
with
the
little
children
went
back
to
bed
,
and
Annixter
,
assured
that
the
trouble
was
over
,
did
likewise
.
But
nobody
slept
.
From
berth
to
berth
came
the
sound
of
suppressed
voices
talking
it
all
over
,
formulating
conjectures
.
Certain
points
seemed
to
be
settled
upon
,
no
one
knew
how
,
as
indisputable
.
The
highwaymen
had
been
four
in
number
and
had
stopped
the
train
by
pulling
the
bell
cord
.
A
brakeman
had
attempted
to
interfere
and
had
been
shot
.
The
robbers
had
been
on
the
train
all
the
way
from
San
Francisco
.
The
drummer
named
Max
remembered
to
have
seen
four
“
suspicious
-
looking
characters
”
in
the
smoking
-
car
at
Lathrop
,
and
had
intended
to
speak
to
the
conductor
about
them
.
This
drummer
had
been
in
a
hold
-
up
before
,
and
told
the
story
of
it
over
and
over
again
.
At
last
,
after
what
seemed
to
have
been
an
hour
’
s
delay
,
and
when
the
dawn
had
already
begun
to
show
in
the
east
,
the
locomotive
backed
on
to
the
train
again
with
a
reverberating
jar
that
ran
from
car
to
car
.
At
the
jolting
,
the
school
-
teachers
screamed
in
chorus
,
and
the
whiskered
gentleman
stopped
snoring
and
thrust
his
head
from
his
curtains
,
blinking
at
the
Pintsch
lights
.
It
appeared
that
he
was
an
Englishman
.
“
I
say
,
”
he
asked
of
the
drummer
named
Max
,
“
I
say
,
my
friend
,
what
place
is
this
?
”
The
others
roared
with
derision
.
“
We
were
HELD
UP
,
sir
,
that
’
s
what
we
were
.
We
were
held
up
and
you
slept
through
it
all
.
You
missed
the
show
of
your
life
.
”
The
gentleman
fixed
the
group
with
a
prolonged
gaze
.
He
said
never
a
word
,
but
little
by
little
he
was
convinced
that
the
drummers
told
the
truth
.
All
at
once
he
grew
wrathful
,
his
face
purpling
.
He
withdrew
his
head
angrily
,
buttoning
his
curtains
together
in
a
fury
.
The
cause
of
his
rage
was
inexplicable
,
but
they
could
hear
him
resettling
himself
upon
his
pillows
with
exasperated
movements
of
his
head
and
shoulders
.
In
a
few
moments
the
deep
bass
and
shrill
treble
of
his
snoring
once
more
sounded
through
the
car
.
At
last
the
train
got
under
way
again
,
with
useless
warning
blasts
of
the
engine
’
s
whistle
.
In
a
few
moments
it
was
tearing
away
through
the
dawn
at
a
wonderful
speed
,
rocking
around
curves
,
roaring
across
culverts
,
making
up
time
.
And
all
the
rest
of
that
strange
night
the
passengers
,
sitting
up
in
their
unmade
beds
,
in
the
swaying
car
,
lighted
by
a
strange
mingling
of
pallid
dawn
and
trembling
Pintsch
lights
,
rushing
at
break
-
neck
speed
through
the
misty
rain
,
were
oppressed
by
a
vision
of
figures
of
terror
,
far
behind
them
in
the
night
they
had
left
,
masked
,
armed
,
galloping
toward
the
mountains
pistol
in
hand
,
the
booty
bound
to
the
saddle
bow
,
galloping
,
galloping
on
,
sending
a
thrill
of
fear
through
all
the
country
side
.
The
young
doctor
returned
.
