as I had explained to Miss Cullen, but here had been a variation which I had never heard of being done, and of which I couldn’t fathom the object.  When the train had been stopped, the man on the tender had ordered the fireman to dump his fire, and now it was lying in the road-bed and threatening to burn through the ties; so my first order was to extinguish it, and my second was to start a new fire and get up steam as quickly as possible.  From all I could learn, there were eight men concerned in the attempt, and I confess I shook my head in puzzlement why that number should have allowed themselves to be scared off so easily.

My wonderment grew when I called on the conductor for his tickets.  These showed nothing but two from Albuquerque, one from Laguna, and four from Coolidge.  This latter would have looked hopeful but for the fact that it was a party of three women and a man.  Going back beyond Lamy didn’t give anything, for the conductor was able to account for every fare as either still in the train or as having got off at some point.  My only conclusion was that the robbers had sneaked onto the platforms at Sanders; and I gave the crew a good dressing down for their carelessness.  Of course they insisted it was impossible; but they were bound to do that.

Going back to 97, I got my telegraph instrument, though I thought it a waste of time, the road agents being always careful to break the lines.  I told a brakeman to climb the pole and cut a wire.  While he was struggling up, Miss Cullen joined me.

“Do you really expect to catch them?”

“I shouldn’t like to be one of them,” I replied.

“But how can you do it?”

“You could understand better, Miss Cullen, if you knew this country.  You see every bit of water is in use by ranches, and those fellows can’t go more than fifty miles without watering.  So we shall have word of them, wherever they go.”

“Line cut, Mr. Gordon,” came from overhead at this point, making Miss Cullen jump with surprise.

“What was that?” she asked.

I explained to her, and after making connections, I called Sanders.  Much to my surprise, the agent responded.  I was so astonished that for a moment I could not believe the fact.

“That is the queerest hold-up of which I ever heard,” I remarked to Miss Cullen.

“Aw, in what respect?” asked Albert Cullen’s voice, and, looking up, I found that he and quite a number of the passengers had joined us.

“The road agents make us dump our fire,” I said, “and yet they haven’t cut the wires in either direction.  I can’t see how they can escape us.”

“What fun!” cried Miss Cullen.

“I don’t see what difference either makes in their chance of escaping,” said Lord Ralles.