"Yes--we must
try it now--at any cost."
We broke from the cover, taking a chance, separating as much as we
could, and pushing ahead rapidly, Dillon under his breath keeping
Cherry from baying as much as possible.
I had expected a sharp fusillade to greet us as we advanced and
wondered whether the coats would stand it at closer range.
Instead, the firing seemed to have ceased altogether.
A quick dash and we had crossed the stretch of open field that
separated us from a dark object which now loomed up, and from
behind which it seemed had come the firing. As we approached, I
saw it was a shed beside the railroad, which was depressed at this
point some twelve or fifteen feet.
"They kept us off just long enough," exclaimed Garrick, glancing
up at the lights of the block signals down the road. "They must be
desperate, all right. Why, they must have jumped a freight as it
slowed down for the curve, or perhaps one of them flagged it and
held it up. See? The red signal shows that a train has just gone
through toward New York.
Pages:
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320