"I have the good fortune to know where the laugh belongs." Toot! toot! too-oot-oot! Something else was coming down the track from Lineville.

Then it passed the beholders in the thicket---a full train of engine and seven cars.
"Good old Harry Hazelton!" glowed Tom Reade.

"I'll wager that was Harry's thought---a pilot ahead, and then the real train!" "Small good it will do," laughed 'Gene Black disagreeably.
Then, a new thought striking him, he added: "Bill Hoskins, you and some of the men get the dynamite under the track opposite here.

You know how to do it! Hustle!" "You bet I know how," growled Bill eagerly, as he stepped forward, picking out the fellows he wanted as his helpers.

"I'll have the blast against the roadbed here ready in five minutes, Black." "Now, you'll have three trains stalled along the line tonight, Cub Reade," laughed Black sneeringly.