answered Ted; "I have plenty of that. I'll be
here when the snipe come down, and if any of them get away, charge them
to me."

After they had been gone some time Ted lit a match and looked at his
watch. It was a quarter to nine.

The Overland Express was due in Green River at nine-twenty. The little
red station of Polifax would foe passed by ten minutes after she left
Green River.

While he was in Green River that afternoon Ted had been very careful to
find the exact location of Bubbly Spring. He was more than two miles
from it in his blind to wait for the snipe.

As soon as the crashing of the feet of the snipe drivers and the shouts
and laughter had died away, Ted left his hiding place and darted through
the dark woods and swampy ground for Bubbly Spring.

Long before he got there he heard the long screech of the whistle of the
Overland Express announcing its approach at Green River, and a few
minutes later its whistle that it was on its way. He had just reached
Bubbly Spring and concealed himself in the bushes when the whistle gave
a long shriek of danger.

The signal of the train robbers had been given at Polifax. The engineer
had seen the red light and had whistled to the trainmen that danger was
ahead, and that he was going to stop.

In a few moments Ted heard a few pops, and knew that the train robbers
were firing their revolvers alongside of the train to prevent
interference.

What if the train robbers should fail?

The train started up again, and Ted knew by that that nobody had been
killed, and it added to his anxiety as to the success of the robbery. He
wanted it to occur, for if he could secure the loot he could destroy the
train robbers surely.

All he wanted now was tangible evidence. He lay back breathlessly in the
bushes, waiting. Soon he heard the rapid hoofbeats of horses, then a
crashing in the bushes.

These noises were approaching him rapidly. The crisis was at hand.

In a moment the moon burst through the clouds, illuminating the little
valley through which the small stream from the spring flowed, and Ted
crept into closer cover. Then into the glade galloped ten men.

Between two of them was swung a small, square thing, which was dropped
at the foot of a cottonwood tree not a dozen feet from where Ted was
concealed.

A man leaped from the back of a horse. He had a spade in his hand, and
as he advanced Ted drew in his breath sharply.

It was Corrigan, the Chicago millionaire. Beh