"I certainly don"t," Tom confessed. "Neither do I doubt that you fellows are scoundrels enough to do such a trick. However, I can"t help you, even though I have to lose my life for my ignorance.
I honestly don"t know the right signature for Brewster"s tonight.
That information doesn"t belong to the engineering department, anyway."
"Shall I pull the trigger, Black?" asked the man who held the weapon to Reade"s head.
"Yes; if he doesn"t soon come to his senses," snarled Black.
"I"ve already told you," persisted Tom, "that I couldn"t give you the proper signature, even if I wanted to---which I don"t."
"You may be glad to talk before we"re through with you tonight,"
threatened Black. "The time for trifling is past. Either give us that signature or else prepare to take the consequences. For the last time, are you going to answer my question?"
"I"ve told you the truth," Reade insisted. "If you won"t believe me, then there is nothing more to be said."
"You lie, if you insist that you don"t know the signatures for tonight!" cried Black savagely.
"All right, then," sighed Tom. "I can"t tell you what I don"t know."
From off in the distance came the shrill too-oo-oot! of a locomotive.
Tom Reade heard, and, despite his fears for his safety, an exclamation of joy escaped him.
"Oh, you needn"t build any false hopes," sneered Black. "That whistle doesn"t come from the through train. It"s one of the locomotives that the S.B. & L. had delivered over the D.V. & S., which makes a junction with your road at Lineville. A locomotive or a train at the Lineville end won"t help your crowd any. That isn"t the through train required by the charter. The S.B. & L.
loses the game, just the same."
"Oh, I don"t know," Tom argued. "The S.B. & L. road was finished within charter time. No railroad can get a train through if the opposition sends out men to dynamite the tracks."
"Humph!" jeered Black maliciously. "That dynamited roadbed won"t save your crowd. The opposition can make it plain enough that your crowd dynamited its own roadbed through a well-founded fear that the tracks clear through weren"t strong enough to stand the pa.s.sing of a train. Don"t be afraid, Reader the enemies of your road will know how to explain the dynamiting this side of Brewster"s."
"That"s a question for tomorrow, Black," rejoined Tom Reade.
"No man can ever tell, today, what tomorrow will bring forth."
Too-oo-oot! sounded a locomotive whistle again. One of the men in the thicket threw himself to the ground, pressing his ear to the earth.
"There"s a train, or a locomotive, at least, coming this way from Lineville, boss," reported the fellow.
"A train?" gasped Black. Then his face cleared. "Oh, well, even if it"s a fully equipped wrecking train, it can"t get the road mended in time to bring the through train in before midnight, as the charter demands."
Now the train from Lineville came closer, and the whirr of its approach was audible along the steel rails. The engine"s bell was clanging steadily, too, after the manner of the engines of "specials."
"Gene Black crowded to the outer edge of the thicket, peering through intently. The bright headlight of an approaching locomotive soon penetrated this part of the forest. Then the train rolled swiftly by.
"Humph!" muttered Black. "Only an engine, a baggage car and one day coach. That kind of train can"t carry much in the way of relief."
As the train pa.s.sed out of sight the engine sent back a screeching whistle.
"The engineer is laughing at you, Black," jeered Tom.
"Let him," sneered the other. "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 pa.s.sed 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. "Getting any train as far as this won"t count for a copper"s worth! Your road has to get a through train all the way into Lineville before midnight.
We"ll blow out the roadbed here, and then where are you?"
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
At these words even the brief hope that had been in Tom Reade"s mind, died out.
With the roadbed gone at this point also, he did not see the slightest chance for the S.B. & L. to save its charter or its property rights.
"Here"s the racketty stuff," went on Hoskins, indicating the boxes.
"That small box has the fuses. Get the stuff along, and I"ll lay the magneto wire."
"Not quite so hastily!" sternly broke in a new voice.
Tom Reade fairly yelled for joy, for the new speaker, as he knew at the first sound, was Dave Fulsbee.
The amazed and dismayed scoundrels huddled closer together for a moment in the middle of the thicket.
"Spread, men! Don"t let one of "em get out alive!" sounded Dave Fulsbee"s voice.
The scurrying steps of Fulsbee"s men could be heard apparently surrounding the thicket.
With an exclamation of rage, Black made a dash for freedom.
"Stand where you are, Black, if you want to live!" warned Dave.
"No use to make a kick you rascals! We"ve got you covered, and the first man who makes a move will eat his breakfast in another world. Now, listen to me. One at a time you fellows step up to me, drop your weapons on the ground, where I can see you do it, and then come out here, one at a time. No tricks---for, remember, you are covered by my men out here. We don"t want to shoot the whole lot of you up unless we have to, but we won"t stand for any fooling. Reade, you come through first. Any man who offers to hinder Mr. Reade will be sorry he took the trouble---that"s all!"
His heart bounding with joy, Tom stepped through the thicket, going straight toward the sound of Fulsbee"s voice.
"I"ve got a knife in my left hand," announced Fulsbee, as Tom neared him in the dark. "Turn around so that I can cut the cords at your wrists."
In a moment this was done.