His mind, naturally active in summing up situations in their true light
in times of stress, and quick to formulate his plans, saw only one way
left open to him. He must board the moving train. He must make the
leap from his saddle in some way, grasp hand-guard, brake, door, window
or sash, and hang there until those on the train could pull him to
safety.
Even as he made his resolve the engine, foot by foot, was gliding ahead
of him. From the cab window the engineer, a sailor from one of the
ships of the Navy, watched with deepest interest what he believed was a
vain race between two "loco Spigs"[#] and the train, and turning to his
grimy fireman he ordered him to keep up the steam pressure at all costs
and "Durn the expense."
[#] Loco--Spanish for "foolish."
That the horses could keep up their terrific speed for any length of
time was out of the question. The Indian’s horse appeared to have taken
matters in his own hands and was running away, though Tomas was now
doing his best to hold in the excited brute.
Now the tender and the first car had passed Dick. Another quick glance
from the corner of his eye and he saw there were but three more cars in
the train, and when his eye returned to the narrow trail he saw it
gradually drawing away from the rails. Unless it returned beside the
track within the next few rods his last opportunity would be gone.
On the train every window was filled with excited faces watching this
uneven race between God-made and man-made power, but they tried to
encourage the riders with shouts and yells and much waving of hats and
hands. Dick heard and saw the "rooters," but beneath his cap there was
no change of expression; his face was white and stern with a bulldog
tenacity of purpose.
Now the second car had drawn past him, and the middle of the third car
drew opposite the straining horse. Would the trail never get nearer?
Must he in a last desperate endeavor pull with all his might on the left
rein and cross the rough ground in order to bring the laboring animal
against the side of the cars? If he did it meant almost certain
destruction.
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