We got his ante-mortem statement.
The brakeman said the fellow had a grudge against the road.

He was a discharged employee, and lives near Bonneville." "Dyke, by the Lord!" exclaimed Annixter.
"That's the name," said the young doctor.
When the train arrived at Bonneville, forty minutes behind time, it landed Annixter and Hilma in the midst of the very thing they most wished to avoid--an enormous crowd.

The news that the Overland had been held up thirty miles south of Fresno, a brakeman killed and the safe looted, and that Dyke alone was responsible for the night's work, had been wired on ahead from Fowler, the train conductor throwing the despatch to the station agent from the flying train.
Before the train had come to a standstill under the arched roof of the Bonneville depot, it was all but taken by assault.

Annixter, with Hilma on his arm, had almost to fight his way out of the car.

The depot was black with people.