After the robbers had finished their work during the fore part of the night, the train crew went out and brought back to the station the engine and express car.  The engine was unhurt, but the express car was badly shattered, and the through safe was ruined by the successive charges of dynamite that were used to force it to yield up its treasure.  The local safe was unharmed, the messenger having opened it in order to save it from the fate of its larger and stronger brother.  The train proceeded on its way, with the loss of a few hours’ time and the treasure of its express.

Day was breaking in the east as the posse reached the scene.  The marshal lost no time circling about until the trail leaving was taken up.  Even the temporary camp of the robbers was found in close proximity to the chosen spot.  The experienced eye of this officer soon determined the number of men, though they led several horses.  It was a cool, daring act of Peg-Leg and three men.  Afterward, when his past history was learned, his leadership in this raid was established.

Peg-Leg Eldridge was a product of that unfortunate era succeeding the civil war.  During that strife the herds of the southwest were neglected to such an extent that thousands of cattle grew to maturity without ear-mark or brand to identify their owner.  A good mount of horses, a rope and a running-iron in the hands of a capable man, were better than capital.  The good old days when an active young man could brand annually fifteen calves—­all better than yearlings—­to every cow he owned, are looked back to to this day, from cattle king to the humblest of the craft, in pleasant reminiscence, though they will come no more.  Eldridge was of that time, and when conditions changed, he failed to change with them.  This was the reason that, under the changed condition of affairs, he frequently got his brand on some other man’s calf.  This resulted in his losing a leg from a gunshot at the hands of a man he had thus outraged.  Worse, it branded him for all time as a cattle thief, with every man’s hand against him.  Thus the steps that led up to this September night were easy, natural, and gradual.  This child of circumstances, a born plainsman like the Indian, read in plain, forest, and mountain, things which were not visible to other eyes.  The stars were his compass by night, the heat waves of the plain warned him of the tempting mirage, while the cloud on the mountain’s peak or the wind in the pines which sheltered him alike spoke to him and he understood.

The robbers’ trail was followed but a few miles, when their course was well established.  They were heading into the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.  Several hours were lost here by the pursuing party, as they were compelled to await the arrival of a number of pack horses; so when the trail was taken up in earnest they were at least twelve hours behind the robbers.