You'll get us all shot if you aren't careful." However, the drummer had got the window up and had leaned out before the others could interfere and draw him away.
"Say, by jove," he shouted, as he turned back to the car, "our engine's gone.

We're standing on a curve and you can see the end of the train.
She's gone, I tell you.

Well, look for yourself." In spite of their precautions, one after another, his friends looked out.

Sure enough, the train was without a locomotive.
"They've done it so we can't get away," vociferated the drummer with the pistol.

"Now, by jiminy-Christmas, they'll come through the cars and stand us up.