“Mob Jamisson having the law laid down to him,” Teddy chuckled. “They’ll blame him for this, sure as shooting. Boy, we’ve saved the cattle! They’ll never be able to drive ’em far enough to hide ’em before we’re on their necks.” He drew a deep breath. “Yes, it was worth it--it sure was worth it.” They sat up now, and drew closer together. They had flung themselves flat when the train began to move, one in the middle of the center car--which, they afterwards discovered, was the key car--and the other at the end. It was Teddy who had released the brake which really set the train in motion. The grade was not very steep at this point, and the speed at which the cars were running was not high enough to be dangerous. Teddy sat for a moment watching the scenery “roll by,” as he expressed it, and then he grinned. “I just happened to think,” he said, “that dad has Peterson’s deposit. Maybe he’ll come and claim it--maybe not!” “The only deposit he’ll get will be deposited in jail,” Roy said laughingly. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for them to be seated on top of a freight car, at two o’clock in the morning, running downgrade toward the end of the line. Gone was their weariness--their thirst. All they thought of was that they had succeeded--the cattle were saved--a good night’s work had been well done. The train jolted and swung along. Teddy and Roy sat on the board which runs along the top, the walking plank, arms about their knees, swaying from side to side with the motion, happy, contented. They would soon come to the end of the line, not far from Hawley. They could rout the sheriff out of bed, organize a posse, and chase Peterson and his crowd from here to the borders of the state--farther, if necessary. The cattle would be safe until they rounded them up with the others, to-morrow. Yes, it was a good night’s work. The grade was leveling off now, and the train ran more slowly. It reached a curve, on the right of which the ground dipped, so that they had a clear view for miles. “Teddy! Take a look!” Far to the right the lights of a town glimmered. “That’s Hawley! Let’s get off here. No telling how far this train will run, and the end of the line is much farther from Hawley than this is. It stops away off in some deserted hole, Pop said. Get busy with those brakes. Hawley, Ha-a-a-aw-ley!” he cried, in the manner of a conductor announcing a station. “All out for Hawley!” They ran from one car to another, applying the hand brakes. When the train had slackened speed sufficiently they climbed down the ladder and jumped to the ground. “Now we’ve got a nice little jaunt,” Roy said, peering toward Hawley. “But it might be worse. So long, old Twentieth-century!” He waved his hand as the train, barely moving, disappeared around a curve. “You sure helped us out of a bad hole! Come on, Teddy--get those legs of yours moving. _One_, two, three, four! _One_, two, three, four!”