Then like a man pursued by demons, he fled down the ravine, splashed through the Creek and up the other side, not pausing to look behind until he had shut the door of his cabin.
As he closed the door, a dark figure appeared, slipped up to the door, there was a click, a second, and a third, and the door stood securely fastened with three stout padlocks.

In another moment Rosenblatt's livid face appeared at the little square window which overlooked the ravine.
At the same instant, upon the opposite side of the ravine, appeared Brown, riding down the slope like a madman, and shouting at the top of his voice, "French! French! Kalman! For God's sake, come here!" Out of the cave rushed the two men.

As they appeared Brown stood waving his hands wildly.

"Come here! Come, for God's sake! Come!" His eyes fell upon the blazing train.

"Run! run!" he shouted, "for your lives! Run!" He dashed toward the blazing rags and trampled them under his feet.
But the fire had reached the powder.