"Get aboard and don't argue. You can come back to-morrow, you know, and
you're perfectly safe if you stay awake and don't roll off. Hurry up! If
you try to jump off before you reach the bridge I'll shoot."
A moment later the train pulled into the bridge and Crosby hurried back
to his anxious companion. Brown was on his way to a station forty miles
west, and he did not dare risk jumping off. By the time the train
reached the far end of the bridge it was running forty miles an hour.
"Where is he?" she cried in alarm as he rushed with her across the
intervening space to the coveted "east-bound."
"I'll tell you all about it when we get inside this train," he answered.
"I think Brown is where he can't telegraph to head us off any place
along the line, and if we once get into Indiana we are comparatively
safe. Up you go!" and he lifted her up the car steps.
"Safe," she sighed, as they dropped into a seat in a coach.
"I'm ashamed to mention it, my dear accomplice, but are you quite sure
you have your purse with you? With the usual luck of a common thief, I
am penniless.
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