Ahead, and about them, all was black, save for the light that came through the car windows.
In a twinkling, out of the fringe of darkness, almost beside the recruits, stepped a masked man.
"Back, all three of you. Back into the car!" called the masked man sharply.
Major Davis wheeled like a flash, bringing his revolver to bear. But he could not use it. A sudden move of the recruits prevented.
"Noll!" called Hal sharply, and threw himself to the ground before the masked ruffian.
Like a flash Hal wrapped his arms around the knees of the masked robber.
In almost the same instant Hal struggled to his feet, carrying the unknown"s legs up with him.
Of course the ruffian toppled over backward. But Noll, who had darted to his chum"s aid, hurled himself upon the fellow, striking him hard three times between the eyes.
The masked man"s revolver was discharged as he toppled over backward, but the bullet sped harmlessly off into the night.
In another second Hal had the fellow"s revolver.
"Fix him, Noll!" called Private Overton, darting forward to the officer"s side.
"I have, already," muttered Noll. But he bent for an instant over the unconscious ruffian"s body, then darted forward.
"Here"s his box of cartridges, Hal," panted Noll.
All this had seemed to occupy but a few seconds.
"Splendidly done!" glowed Major Davis. "Now come forward, and support me."
At the moment of the discharge of the pistol the uncoupled engine started forward, away from the train, with a hissing of steam. This noise must have drowned out the noise of the single shot from the train robbers up forward.
Suddenly Major Davis shot out his left arm, and Hal, b.u.mping against it, halted beside the officer.
"There are two of the men, standing by the mail car," whispered the major. "Raise your revolver. Ready! Fire!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Back, All Three of You!"]
Both the major"s revolver and Hal"s spat out jets of flame. Both poured their shots in rapidly at the two men whom they could just make out in the darkness ahead.
Then Hal had a sudden, new sensation, not by any means agreeable.
The two men, neither hit so far, turned and raised their own weapons. It seemed like two bright cascades of flame just ahead, as the ruffians fired, kneeling.
Bullets whistled close to the major and the two recruits on either side.
Then, just as suddenly, one of the ruffians toppled over; it was impossible to tell whether Major Davis or Hal Overton had scored the hit.
Thereupon, the other man, lowering his weapon, leaped for the steps of the mail car and vanished.
Major Davis ran forward, followed by both recruits. Noll was intent on getting a revolver for himself.
But Davis, more accustomed to the ways of fighting men, suddenly crouched low, peering under the body of the car just behind the mail coach.
Almost immediately the major began to fire again, in answer to shots that came from underneath the car.
But Noll waited for nothing. His sole thought was to possess a weapon.
He halted over the fallen one, s.n.a.t.c.hed an empty revolver from his side, then saw that the man was wounded in the right breast.
"You must have some cartridges," muttered Noll, rummaging in the fellow"s clothes.
He found the box just in time.
"Lie down, you two!" called Major Davis sharply to Hal and Noll. "You"ll be fired on from ahead."
Hal threw himself flat, and none too soon, for now a gust of bullets swept down from the head of the train.
As coolly as he could Hal Overton reloaded. Noll, also lying flat on the ground, was similarly engaged.
Hal was ready to fire first. There was need of it, too, for he could dimly make out two men, near the extreme head of the train, who were firing rapidly and firing their weapons in a fashion that drove up spurts of dirt all about the recruits.
For a few seconds the fight seemed as serious to those engaged in it as battle on a larger scale could have been.
Major Davis now made the first direct move. He crawled swiftly under the car, putting himself on the same side with the man he was after.
There was more shooting on the other side of the train; then, suddenly it stopped.
The two ahead, who were engaging Hal and Noll, dodged off to the side of the track into the darkness. Now, all firing stopped, for all weapons were empty.
"I hope that other scoundrel didn"t get the major!" throbbed Hal anxiously.
Yet he couldn"t go to see. He had his own work on this side of the train.
"Where are our pair?" whispered Noll, creeping closer.
"I don"t know," Hal answered, also in a whisper. "But crawl off a little way. Bunching together gives "em a better mark to hit."
Lying flat on the ground, both recruits played the waiting game.
Had the pair ahead stolen off altogether in the darkness?
"I"ll wait a few moments," Hal decided. "Then, if I don"t hear from the scoundrels, I"ll cross over to see what has happened to Major Davis."
Crack! crack! crack! The vanished pair of train robbers were opening fire again, from behind a boulder that sheltered them admirably. Hal and Noll had no protection other than they could get from lying close to the ground. But they answered the fire briskly.
Crack! crack! crack! As fast as revolvers were emptied the marksmen reloaded and again began firing. In daylight the execution would have been swifter, but all hits made in black darkness are made by the grace of luck.
In the first place the only target anyone in the combat had was the flash of an opponent"s pistol.
The train robbers behind the ledge changed their positions after nearly every shot. And Hal and Noll, after the warm, uncomfortable experience of having bullets fan their faces persistently, found it advisable to crouch low and dart here and there, firing from new positions.