"Hope that's the last we see of him," remarked Joe. "So do I," Jim replied. "But we felt that way before and he's turned up just the same. I won't feel easy till I know that he's behind the bars." "He's usually in front of the bars," joked Joe. "But I'm glad anyway that we had a chance to throw a scare into him. He knows now that we'll be on our guard and perhaps even he will have sense enough to let us alone." Jim consulted his watch. "Great Scott!" he ejaculated. "What's the matter, Jim?" "We haven't any time to spare if we want to catch that train." "All right, let's run for it." As best they could, they began sprinting in the direction of the railroad station, but their handbags were somewhat heavy, and this impeded their progress. Then, turning a corner, they suddenly found themselves confronted by a long sewer trench, lit up here and there by red lanterns. "We've got to get over that trench somehow!" cried Joe. "Can you jump it?" questioned Jim anxiously. "I'm going to try," returned the crack pitcher. He threw his handbag to the other side of the sewer trench, and then, backing up a few steps, ran forward and took the leap in good shape. His chum followed him, but Jim might have slipped back into the sewer trench had not Joe been watching, and grabbed him by one hand. "Gosh, that was a close shave!" panted Jim, when he felt himself safe. "Don't waste time thinking about it. We have still a couple of blocks to go," Joe returned, and set off once more on the run, with Jim at his heels. Soon they rounded another corner, and came in sight of the railroad station. There stood their train, and the conductor was signaling to start. "Wait! Wait!" yelled Joe. But in the general confusion around the railroad station nobody seemed to notice him. "We've got to make that train--we've just got to!" cried Joe, and dashed forward faster than ever, with Jim beside him. They scrambled up the steps just as a warning whistle sounded; and a few moments later the train drew out on its climb over the Rockies. CHAPTER XIII DANGER SIGNALS The travelers were now in the most picturesque part of their journey, and the magnificent views that spread before them as they topped the ridges of the continent and dropped down on the other side into the land of flowers and eternal summer were a source of unending interest and pleasure. "I'll tell you what, Joe," remarked Jim: "I never had an idea that this section of our country was so truly grand." "It certainly is magnificent scenery," was Joe's answer. "Just look at those mountain tops, will you? Some height there, believe me!" "Yes. And just see the depth of some of those canyons, will you? Say! if a fellow ever fell over into one of those, he'd never know what happened to him." "I've been watching this particular bit of scenery for some time," remarked Joe. "It somehow had a familiar look to it, and now I know why." "And why is it, Joe?"