"Yes, sir," Hal answered. "We are joining the first battalion at Fort Clowdry."
"Recruits?"
"Yes, sir."
"I wish you a pleasant life in the Army, men."
"Thank you, sir; we feel certain of finding it," Hal replied.
Both young soldiers saluted, again, as the major turned to resume his walk.
The train had stopped at Pueblo, Colorado, in the middle of the afternoon. It would be but half an hour"s delay. Noll had been eager to step out away from the railway station and see as much of Pueblo as was possible. Hal had negatived this idea, through fear that they might be left behind.
"And we"ve not an hour to spare, you know, Noll. This is the last train for us to take if we"re to report in season. So we"d better stay close to the conductor."
During the forenoon the train had rolled across the mesa or tableland below Pueblo. Hal and Noll, seated in one of the two day coaches of the train, had studied the mesa with longing eyes. Here they caught occasional glimpses of cowboys on ponies, for this mesa is still a favorite cattle region.
At this height of some five thousand feet above sea level even the late June day was not really hot. It was a glorious country on which the young recruits feasted their eyes.
"Where do we eat next?" asked Noll, of a trainman standing by.
"Any time and place you like, if you"ve got the chow with you," replied the trainman.
"What is the next eating station at which the train stops?" Noll insisted.
"Salida. We ought to stop there about nine o"clock to-night."
"Good eating place?"
"Great."
"It"s a long time to wait," complained Noll, whom the mountain air was making furiously hungry. "Come along, Hal. We"ll lay in a few sandwiches as a safety-valve."
"I hope they"re not as bad as some we"ve bought along the way," Hal laughed, as they started toward the railroad restaurant. "Do you remember the sandwich we bought at Chicago that had the stamp on the under side, "U. S. Army, 1863?""
"No, and neither do you," grinned Noll.
"Fact," insisted Hal. "I found the stamp on the sandwich, and threw it out of the car. I"m sorry, now; I wish I had saved that sandwich for a curiosity. Father would have been proud of it."
Noll with a bag of sandwiches, Hal with a box of fruit, the two recruits turned toward the train again.
They were soon under way. After leaving Pueblo they forgot all about eating, for some time, for the train now bore them through some of the most picturesque parts of the lower Rocky Mountains. Both rookies spent their time on one of the car platforms, hanging far out at either side to get better views, as well as glimpses down steep cliffs into gullies below.
"Say, it"s going to be dark, soon," remarked Noll, looking toward the western sky. "Why on earth didn"t we get a train that would do the whole trip between Pueblo and Salida in daylight?"
"Because we didn"t know the route well enough," sighed Hal. "However, we may think we"ve had plenty of Rocky Mountains before our regiment"s station is changed."
Half an hour later both went back to their seat in the car. Black night had come on and shut out all further possibility of viewing the wonderful country through which the train was pa.s.sing.
"We can eat, anyway," sighed Noll.
For the next fifteen minutes they regaled themselves, though they were careful not to eat enough to spoil their appet.i.te for a good hot supper at Salida.
Then, as peering out of the window revealed nothing, Noll settled back in the seat.
"If I go to sleep, be sure to wake me at Salida," he begged. "What time is the train due at Fort Clowdry?"
"Two o"clock in the morning," Hal answered.
"That"s a beastly time to have to be awake," growled Noll, and began to slumber.
Not for long, however. On a steep up-grade the train was barely crawling along.
Suddenly it stopped, and with a considerable jolt, too.
Bang, bang, bang! The whistle of bullets was heard alongside the train, wherever windows were open.
"What"s that?" demanded Noll, jumping up.
But Hal was in the aisle before him. Both hastened to the rear door.
"Here, laddy-bucks," called a brakeman grimly, "stay inside! It"s healthier!"
"What"s up?" demanded Hal, without pausing.
"Judging by the sound, the train is held up, laddy-buck. It"s a bad business going outside if that"s the case."
But at this instant the door was opened before Hal"s face. Major Davis bounded into the car.
"Come with me, men," he called sharply. "You"re not armed, are you?"
"No, sir."
Even at that exciting moment Hal did not forget his salute.
"Then keep behind me," ordered the major, drawing his revolver. "This is a mail train, and, as a United States officer, I can"t allow an attempt to rob it pa.s.s without an attempt at a protest."
CHAPTER XI
GUARDING THE MAIL TRAIN
MAJOR DAVIS backed quickly out of the car, holding his weapon behind his back as he dropped to the ground beside the car.
He did not look to see whether the rookies were behind him, but they were.