He groaned, and hearing him Apor sobbed slightly. "Satan is with him. Szamuelly must have altered his time-table. Wenzel, I can't look, I can't." He sank to the ground and buried his face in his hands. By now the Death Train was passing below them, roaring onward, screeching and wailing like a lost soul in agony. Four coaches there were, brilliantly lit; one flashingly revealed a party of men, holding glasses in their hands, toasting. Then no more, just the tail-light, mockingly winking its derision at Wenzel, ominously reminiscent of blood--blood.... Fascinated, mentally stupefied, and partially mesmerized by its malignant twinkle, Wenzel continued to watch the red light, and wondered how soon it would be before its circumference dwindled to a mere pin-prick, thence to fade away as the train vanished round the next curve. It was receding from him, but as yet he could still see it plainly. He waited, and the minutes ticked by. Still it was visible, also the glow of the engine fire on the smoke. "It has gone?" There was a query in Apor's dull voice. "Not yet." "Not yet! But surely...!" Apor scrambled to his feet. Then he turned to Wenzel. "My God! Don't you see, Wenzel? It has stopped!" "Stopped!" So that was why he could still see the wicked, red glare? "What does that mean, Apor? Is there a station there?" "Not for another five miles." They stood, side by side, watching, and waiting for the train to resume its journey, but presently they noticed the clouds of smoke diminishing. Wenzel stirred at last. "Apor, I am curious to know why Szamuelly and his crew have stopped. How far away do you imagine it to be?" "It is hard to say. Perhaps a mile, perhaps more." "Then guide me there. I am going to investigate." Twenty-five minutes' journey brought them to the slope of the hill just above where the train stood. Now it was necessary to move with caution, for the quiet night intensified sounds. They could even hear the sound of voices where the Terror Boys argued together. Wenzel caught hold of Apor, as the Hungarian would have continued to advance, and whispered in his ear: "I will go on alone, Apor; there is light enough from the train to guide me." The other man turned remonstratingly. "But, Wenzel----" Wenzel shook his head. "Waste no words, Apor. I know full well what you would tell me. I understand and sympathize. Yet you must curb your impatience. If I should be recognized and escape no harm will be done, but should you once be seen you could be of no further use to me. One thing more before I go. If I get killed Terhune will carry on my work. Give him your allegiance, Apor, in the same spirit as you have given it to me. You will?" Too moved for words the Hungarian held out his hand. Wenzel gripped it tightly, and knew he need have no doubt of his follower. Then he bent low and crept away through the trees toward the train.