“Let her fly if you wish to succeed.”
“Are you sure they were the James Boys?”
“Certain. I did not get very near them, but noticed that one wore a heavy beard and the other a mustache. They had on riding boots, with the legs of their pants tucked in the tops, flannel shirts and soft felt hats, while around their waists were buckled cartridge belts into which were thrust a knife and brace of revolvers a piece.”
“Does that description tally with the general appearance of the James Boys?” asked Jack.
“Yes. I am sure it was them.”
The young inventor put on full voltage.
It caused the motor to fairly buzz, and the Terror shot ahead along the road with the velocity of an express train.
She rapidly bore down upon the fugitives.
It was a long and exciting chase, though, for Siroc and Jim Malone were wonderfully fleet horses.
Several miles were thus covered.
Finally, though, the machine drew close to the two riders.
“Halt!” shouted Jack.
Casting a quick glance back the riders obeyed.
So suddenly did they pull up their steeds, that they rose on their haunches and pawed the air.
The four inmates of the Terror had them covered with their rifles, and when the horses came down and wheeled around, a shout of chagrin escaped Timberlake.
“Duped!”
“What do you mean?” asked Jack, in surprise.
“They ain’t the James Boys.”
“Sure enough. But the horses belong to the bandits.”
“Yes; that’s how I was deceived. Now I see through it. I’ve been tricked. I really chased Jesse and Frank from the tunnel. They put these men on their horses and hid, while their two men rode off to decoy us from the spot so they could escape.”
Such was really the way it happened.
Jack had stopped the Terror, and now shouted to the two men, who were part of the James Boys’ gang.
“Throw your hands up!”
Both men obeyed.
“Don’t fire!” pleaded one of them.
“That depends on how you answer me.”
“What do you want to know, sir?”
“You just heard our version of how the James Boys eluded us?”
“We did, sir.”
“Is it correct?”
“Yes.”
“Are you members of their gang?”
“We are.”
“Where have they gone!”
“I refuse to tell you!”
“Your life depends upon it.”
“I don’t care. I won’t betray them.”
“Fool! I will count three. If you don’t answer, we’ll fire!”
“Go ahead!” was the defiant reply.
“One!” exclaimed Jack.
The two bandits did not flinch.
“Two!” sternly cried the inventor.
Still the men stubbornly refused to speak.
“Three!”
A deathly silence ensued for a moment.
Then the weapons in the hands of our friends were discharged.
*
CHAPTER VI.
SHADOWING A LONE HORSEMAN.
Although there was a tacit understanding among the crew of the Terror to fire over the heads of the two bandits to frighten them they imagined that they were to be shot down in cold blood.
It electrified them.
An instant before Jack gave the order to fire they plunged their spurs into the flanks of the horses.
One animal sprang to the right and the other to the left.
It was done like lightning.
Both steeds were well trained.
Siroc cleared a hedge and wheeling to the right went flying back in the direction he came from, while Jim Malone went thundering in among some rocks and vanished.
Both bandits imagined they had a narrow escape from death, although the fact was they had been in no danger at all of being shot from their horses.
Our friends burst out laughing.
“Badly scared,” said Jack.
“Oh, Lord, wot cowards!” Tim chuckled.
“Ain’t they likely to return to the James Boys?” asked the sheriff.
“Dot vas more as likely,” agreed Fritz. “If dem vas der Chames Poys’ horses vunct, dey vill back by deir owners go, don’t it?”
Jack peered around.
At some distance off to the south was a forest.
He caught view of both horses plunging into it.
“That settles our pursuit of them!” he exclaimed, in disgust. “We can’t follow them among those trees, and as they seem to realize it, they’ve taken advantage of the timberland.”
“We might keep a watch upon the woods anyway,” suggested Timberlake. “They are bound to come out somewhere sooner or later. If we can get upon their track we may yet force them to lead us to the bandits’ rendezvous.”
“It won’t hurt to follow the plan,” assented Jack; “for we haven’t the remotest idea where to look for the villains.”
He thereupon steered the Terror toward the trees, and as Fritz was a good cook and had charge of the culinary arrangements, he set about getting their supper ready.
It was a waste of time to guard the forest.
Several days passed by and nothing was seen of the two men.
They had gone straight through the timberland at a gallop, and emerging on the other side, rode rapidly away.
Jack and his friends had therefore been watching and hunting for a mere phantom, as it were.
The young inventor quickly arrived at this conclusion, and on the evening of the third day he said to Tim:
“It’s my opinion that there isn’t anyone at all in the woods, and I’m going to give up the watch and move on.”
“Ay, ay, that’s ther bes’ plan. I quite agree wi’ yer, lad.”
“Those fellows would not be foolish enough to remain in that forest all this time for nothing.”
“If they wuz thar, I’m mighty sure as we’d a sighted somethin’ o’ them long afore this, my hearty. I recollect when I wuz in ther navy how I wuz once fooled this way. Yer see we’d been chasin’ one o’ ther enemy’s ships, an’ drove her into a lagoon. Thar we pounded her with our guns, an’ ther crew desarted her, an’ went ashore. We sunk ther ship, an’ mannin’ ther boats, we pulled ashore arter ther crew. We found ther shore lined with cliffs a thousand feet high. Thar wus no coast, that water beatin’ up again ther base o’ ther cliffs on all but ther seaward side o’ ther lagoon. There wuz one indentation in the cliffs, covered wi’ trees an’ bushes, inter which ther hull crew went an’ hid. Waal, sir, we landed thar, an’ beat about lookin’ fer ‘em. Thar wuzn’t no possible way fer ‘em ter git away unseen, with ther water in front, them high cliffs surroundin’ ‘em on three sides, an’ only a small plot o’ ground filled wi’ trees an’ bushes fer ‘em to hide in. So yer see we wuz sure o’ catchin’ ‘em. Yet, when we’d sarched ther hull place not a sign o’ them wuz ter be found! They’d wanished as complete as if ther arth had swallered ‘em up. Now wuzn’t that a worry mysterious perceedin’?”
As Tim asked this, he refreshed himself with a chew of tobacco.
Jack did not reply.
He had his glance fixed upon the woods.
Taking it for granted that he had aroused the curiosity of the young inventor to fever heat, Tim continued:
“Waal, sir, everybody wuz puzzled cept me. Wot had become o’ them lubbers wasn’t werry plain. Howsome ever, when they gave up huntin’ I made up my mind as I’d locate ther fugitives. Goin’ over ter ther cliff I examined ther face of it, an’ found a trap door. Openin’ it, I entered a cave. Thar they was, armed wi’ rifles, pistols, cutlasses and knives, an’ ten o’ them sprung ter thar door astarn o’ me ter cut off my retreat while ther rest aimed thar weapings at me. Did I run? No, sir. Wot did I do? Stood. Wot happened then? Pointin’ my finger at ‘em I ses, surrender yer swabs, or I’ll blow yer brains
out! All o’ them wuz so skeerd o’ my threat they begged fer mercy. An’ ther joke of it wuz, I didn’t hev no pistol neither. It wuz so dark in ther cave yer couldn’t see ther smellin’ tackle on yer figger head, an in that gloom they mistook my finger fer a gun. Waal, sir, in less’n two minutes I made prisoners o’ ther fifty men, an’ marched them out ter my messmates in triumph. Now how wuz that fer a bloodless wictory?”
And with a triumphant grin Tim turned to Jack.
The young inventor made no answer.
“He must be struck dumb with astonishment!” thought Tim.
Then he seized Jack by the arm and shook him.
“Say, my lad, how wuz that fer a wictory?” he asked.
“What victory?” asked Jack, rousing from a deep reverie.
“That one I jist told yer about, o’ course.”
“Did you tell us about something?”
“Of course I did. Didn’t yer like ther yarn?”
“I didn’t hear a word of it. I’ve been thinking.”
Tim groaned.
Jack’s answer crushed him.
“Oh, gee!” he gasped. “I’ve been a-talkin’ ter myself!”
Jack burst out laughing at him, when he realized into what a ridiculous position Tim had placed himself.
Unable to bear it, the old sailor retreated into the stage.
Jack then turned the Terror away from the forest, and sent her flying across the rolling country.
He had come to the conclusion to make inquiries at the nearest town for information about where the James Boys had last been seen terrorizing the community.
It was his hope to thus get on their trail.
The gloom of night fell.
Heavy, dark banks of clouds covered the sky.
The electric stage finally reached an alluvial bottom, through which wound a broad deep creek.
Here she went among a dense growth of bushes, and Fritz served an excellent supper.
While the rest were partaking of the meal Jack remained on duty, and suddenly caught view of a lone horseman moving slowly along the bank of the creek like a shadow.
As quick as a flash Jack turned a switch, putting out the lights.
He could barely discern the horseman, and did not remove his glance from him for an instant.
Jack was suspicious of the man.
It did not seem likely to him that any honest wayfarer could be wandering along that unfrequented section of the country at night, acting in such a stealthy manner.
At all events he made up his mind to keep the man in view without being seen himself.
He therefore graded the speed of the terror to accord with that of the walking horse, and kept along the clearest ground he could distinguish in the gloom.
The sudden extinguishing of the lights alarmed Jack’s friends, and brought them to the front room with a rush.
“Vot’s der droubles?”
“Anything happened?”
“Is ther lamps injured, my lad?”
These three questions were discharged at him together.
Jack gave a warning hiss, pointed ahead, and said:
“I’ve just spotted a horseman ahead, boys.”
“Who he vos?” eagerly asked Fritz, peering out.
“I haven’t got the least idea.”
“Be yer follerin’ him?”
“Yes, Tim. Ha! there he goes!”
The rider had turned abruptly to the left, out across the course of the Terror, and headed for a mass of trees, rocks and bushes, that formed a hollow near the creek side.
Jack stopped the machine.
He had caught view of a gleaming light ahead.
It came from a camp-fire down in the hollow, and flung a lurid glow upon the scene around.
Timberlake gave a slight start and now said:
“Do you know that the James Boys generally prefer to make their camp in just such hollows as this is?”
“Is that so?” asked Jack. “Then you have an idea that by following the lone horseman we have accidentally run into the outlaw’s encampment?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, I’m going ahead to see.”
“I’ll go with you, if you like.”
“Very well; arm yourself.”
They procured a pair of deadly pneumatic rifles and revolvers of Jack’s invention that hurled explosive ballets.
Then they left the stage in Tim’s care.
Alighting, they crept toward the hollow.
In a few minutes they reached it.
The lone horseman had disappeared.
Jack and the sheriff proceeded with the caution of two cats, and slowly worked their way down into the hollow.
They presently neared the fire, when a startling scene met their view.
*
CHAPTER VII.
THE SHERIFF’S MISFORTUNE.
Jack and Timberlake had reached the bottom of the verdure clad hollow, and were lurking behind a clump of bushes.
It was darker down there, if possible, than it had been above, but the ruddy glow of the camp-fire lit up a patch in the scene.
Around the fire were grouped a dozen ruffians, among whom Jack recognized the two James Boys.
Among the others were Jim Cummins, Wood Hite, Clell Miller, Cole Younger and his three brothers, John, Jim and Bob, Dick Little, Jack Keene, Ed McMillan, Bill Chadwell, Hobbs Kerry, Charley and Bob Ford and Oll and George Shepard.
The horses belonging to the gang, most of which had been stolen, were tethered to the nearby tree.
An exciting dialogue was going on among the bandits, and Jack and the sheriff heard Jesse say:
“Yes, Timberlake has got the Governor at Liberty to league Jack Wright against us. It’s been hard enough to fight the sheriff’s posse and the military reserve but it’s going to be a blamed sight harder to get the best of that inventor. Wright owes me a grudge. He has soured on me for doing him out of that $5,000 in Wrightstown.”
“That machine of his’n must be a wonder,” said one of the men.
“You have no idea what a dangerous article it is,” promptly replied Jesse, with a fierce expletive. “Ripley and Barker had a taste of it, though, when the machine chased them on Siroc and Jim Malone. It was awful the way the electric engine overhauled them, I can tell you. Our only salvation now lies in leading them to places where the Terror can’t run.”
“If Barker hadn’t put on false whiskers to look like you and if I hadn’t fixed myself up to resemble Frank,” spoke up one of the men, “we wouldn’t have no Wright after us. But seeing us on your horses increased the deception so that we had no trouble about the matter. You should have seen how disgusted they were when they discovered how we fooled them.”
“No doubt,” said Frank, with a grim smile.
“What are you going to do about the hold-up to-night, Jesse?” asked Jim Cummins impatiently. “We’ve arranged to meet here and settle the whole matter and not gab about things of no interest to the case.”
“There’s plenty time,” quietly replied the bandit king.
Jack squeezed Timberlake’s arm.
“They’re going to lay a plot!” he whispered.
“We’ll hear the whole thing,” replied the sheriff.
“Perhaps we can baffle them.”
“Yes, if they give themselves away.”
“Then we can’t attack them now.”
“Not if they have got work in view. If we should tackle them now we might not fustrate any game they might play when they get away. We can’t expect to scoop the whole gang you know. Some would be bound to escape.”
“Well, we’ll hear what they have to say anyhow.”
“Of coarse. We can grade ourselves according to circumstances afterward,” whispered Timberlake cautiously.
The gang had been drawning closer around Jesse.
When they were close enough, the bandit rose, and said:
“Boys, we’ve got a big haul in view for to-night.”
“What
is it, anyway?” demanded Miller.
“An express package on the M. & M. road, which will go through on the midnight express, it’s worth $10,000.”
Whistles and exclamations of surprise and delight escaped the gang.
This was something unusually rich.
Besides they were all pretty hard up.
“Let’s hear about it,” said Cole Younger.
“Well, I was in Kansas City and there learned that the Fourth National Bank sends a keg of $10,000 in gold coin on the tenth of each month, to the banking firm of Bradford & Co., in Springfield, Illinois. That train will reach a point between Polo and Cowgill, according to the timetable, shortly after midnight. As it is the only train which carries an express car bound for Springfield, it must be the one we are after.”
“That’s fair to presume,” said Frank.
“We had better stop it and see!” Jesse exclaimed. “We can hold it up at the curve, and as there’s a dense mass of bushes on each side of the track, you all can conceal yourselves there until I get the cars stopped. Then an attack can be made upon the passengers, while I and several others get into the express car after the keg of money.”
A plan of operations was then agreed upon.
When they finished, Jack whispered to the sheriff:
“There are three things we can now do. One is to attack the bandits here; the next is to notify the railroad people to look out for them; and the last is to let them attempt to carry out their plan and raid them in the act. Now, what shall we do?”
Timberlake pondered.
He wanted to avoid making any mistake.
Finally he muttered:
“If we were to run away to the railroad to apprise the company, something might happen that would delay us. Then the villains could carry out their purpose anyway. We can’t do that. Now if we tackle them here, some of them are apt to give us the slip, an’ do the job in spite of us. I think it will be safer to let them go to the rendezvous, and try to stop the cars. Then we can sail into them, and frustrate their plans.”
“I quite agree with you,” said Jack.
“Then let us return to the Terror.”
Creeping silently away, they were getting safely out of the hollow, when suddenly a sentry came along, and almost stumbled over them.
“Hello!” he roared. “Who goes there?”
“Caught!” gasped the sheriff bounding to his feet.
“Timberlake!” groaned the man, recognizing him. “Hey! Help! Help!”
Jack Wright and His Electric Stage Page 4
