CHAPTER II.
DICK'S FRUITLESS RISK.
Deadwood Dick, Junior!
He it was who had, at the risk of his life, made this break to cheatthe train-robbers.
"Follow me, every man of you who has a gun!" he called out to them. "Wecan do these fellows up in short order, if we go for them in the rightmanner. Who is with me?"
There was another cheer at that.
"We're with you to a man!" some one shouted. "You lead the way, and seeif we ain't."
"All right! Follow me, but if I go down, don't let that check you; goright on and you will run clear over them by force of numbers. Now,then, here we go for them!"
With that, Dick dashed out of the doors and leaped to the ground, hisbrace of revolvers in hand ready to do execution.
He began firing the moment he touched the ground.
Two other fellows had followed, but, at the return fire from theoutlaws, one of these fell dead and the other lost the use of an arm bya bullet.
Dick himself had the closest kind of a call, a bullet zipping past hisface so close that he felt it touch his skin, taking away a strand ofhis long hair in its flight.
But that did not stop him even for an instant. Two men had alreadygone down before him, and now a third, and, had he been supported, thevictory would have been easy; but those who had cheered the loudestwere the first to draw back, when they saw the others drop.
They hesitated, drew back, and then dived into the cars again as ifit were raining bullets without, and dauntless Dick Bristol was leftentirely alone and unsupported.
Hearing the outlaws yell, Dick looked back and realized his position.
Without turning to look the other way again, for that would have beento lose a fraction of a second of opportunity, he dropped to the groundand almost the same instant came the sharp crack of three or fourrifles.
For a moment there he lay; then his revolvers cracked, bringing outat least one cry of pain. Again he was on his feet, dashing for thenearest car. Once more he dropped, not because he saw any one aiming athim, but because he knew they had had just time to do so.
Very true guess, for the rifles spoke out, and again he had escapedtheir bullets.
Upon the instant, another leap carried him to the platform, and for thetime being he was safe.
"Curse you for the cowards you are!" he cried, facing hisfellow-passengers.
"Why did you not back me up as you promised? We had them dead to rightsthen, had you but done your part!"
"And they would now have us dead," argued one of the timid ones, "thesame as that poor fellow they did drop."
"And whose death counts for nothing, because you did not take advantageof the moment," retorted Dick, hotly.
Dick Bristol was disgusted.
Outside the cars, now, at a sufficient distance to command a good view,men were watching for the appearance of a head.
The same trick could not be repeated; the advantage once lost was lostfor good and all, and Fighting Dick's chagrin was great to think thathe had risked so much and gained so little.
"And for whose death you are responsible," rejoined the one who hadspoken before.
"Not so much as are you," cried Dick.
"It was not I who led the foolhardy attack," the retort.
"We are all well aware of that," sneered Dick. "You were too much acoward even to follow."
"You mean I had too much good sense."
"I mean what I said."
"Then you lie!"
Smack!
That man was stretched his full length the same instant.
"A little too much, that, when I risked my life to lead you to anattack that would have been a success if you had only supported me.There is no good reason why those fellows should not be our prisonersthis minute!"
No one else ventured to dispute the point, and the fellow Dick hadfloored got slowly up, nursing an injured eye, and went muttering to aseat and sat down, while Dick paced up and down the car aisle, like acaged tiger. For a leader so intrepid, the defeat was crushing.
In the mean time the looting of the express-car had been successfullyaccomplished.
The car was a strong one, built without end doors, and calculated towithstand a severe siege, but it was not, of course, proof againstdynamite.
The messenger had made a good defense, but, after the explosion, whichshattered the side door and made a huge rent in the side of the car, itwas found that he had been killed by a piece of the flying iron.
"Served him right!" cried Captain Joaquin. "If he had opened the doorin the first place we wouldn't 'a' harmed him."
"They will never learn sense," from one of his men.
"He never will; that's certain."
They bounded into the car, a sledge was used to open the safe, andtherein was found the treasure they were after.
There were several packages of bills, each marked $10,000, andeach securely tied and sealed. These Captain Joaquin seized uponimmediately, and crammed into a bag which hung by a strap from hisshoulder.
"Is that all?" asked his men.
"Don't see anything more, do you?" he demanded.
"Not here; but the passengers may pan out well if we run 'em throughthe mill."
"To Hades with the passengers! What do we want with them after thisrich haul? But, hold on! There is one of them that I want and musthave."
"You want a particular passenger?" demanded one of the men, in amaze.
"Yes, I want but one particular person."
"Which one?"
"The fellow who killed Charlie and Bill, and almost stampeded thetrain. I know him, and he shall pay dearly for it. Besides, he is achap that we want out of our way, anyhow."
"Why, who is he, captain?"
"Only Deadwood Dick, Junior, is all."
"Deadwood Dick!"
The little that could be seen of their faces, beneath their masks,proved that more than one of them went pale on hearing that name spoken.
"Nobody else, and he is our mutton now, and we'll make him the sickestman in seven counties before we get done with him. He has been after uslong enough; now we'll hunt the man-hunter to his doom."
"Hurrah! that is the talk, captain!"
The captain leaped out of the car, the others after him, and CaptainJoaquin shouted to the men on the engine:
"Hold those two fellows under strict cover, boys, until I give you theword; then get down and let them go. I'll be done in a minute, now;soon as I get a man."
"All right, captain!"
"Come on, boys!"
The leader ran in the direction of the smoker, the others at his heels,save those who were standing guard around the train, and leaping up thesteps he boldly entered.
Deadwood Dick was sitting sullenly in his seat, having deposited hisvaluables in the legs of his boots, and would not lift a finger todefend the passengers who had failed to support him at the criticalmoment.
He did not know what was coming, else he could have picked CaptainJoaquin off easily as he entered the door.
"Hands up!" shouted the captain.
His own revolver and half a dozen more over his shoulders covered thewhole company.
Up went their hands, Deadwood Dick's among the rest, and all expectedthe usual course of proceedings to follow; but in that they weremistaken.
"Don't be alarmed, gentlemen," called out the leader. "I don't wantyour tin this time; I am after the chap who led the insurrection inthis car awhile ago. Deadwood Dick, Junior, rise up and surrender, orwe will fill you full of lead where you sit! Take your choice."