At the same instant, Allan, kicking out desperately, upset the other chair which stood at the operator's desk. It fell with a crash, but the noise was drowned by a greater one, as the door was flung back and the robbers plunged through and hurled themselves upon Jed Hopkins. Just what happened in the next few minutes Allan never definitely knew, for the lantern carried by the leader was shattered in the first moment of the onset and the place was in utter darkness. The little station shook and quivered under repeated shocks, as though some heavy body was being dashed against the floor and walls of the freight-shed. He could hear the gasping breath and muttered oaths that told of a desperate struggle. Evidently, Jed was giving a good account of himself, even against those heavy odds. Then a revolver spoke, followed by a yell of pain. A moment later there was a second shot, and instantly all was still. "I thought I told you," began an angry voice-- "He made me do it!" broke in a fierce falsetto. "He put a hole right through my hand." Somebody struck a match and evidently took a quick survey of the place. "We must be gettin' out of this," went on the first speaker. "Maybe somebody heard them shots. Charlie, you go out and bring up th' wagon. We'll break the lock." One of the men hurried through the office and out of the station, but Allan scarcely heard him. For he had managed to bring his arms down in front of him; in an instant he had found his key, and was calling wildly for Wadsworth. Wadsworth answered at once. "This is West at Coalville," Allan ticked off with feverish haste. "There are three robbers in station after coal company's money. Have killed guard. Rush help. They're going--" Some one seized him and dragged him violently back from the instrument. "You young hound!" cried a fierce voice. "I've a good notion to--" "What was he doin'?" asked a voice from the door. "Callin' for help." The man in the door muttered a fierce oath. "Bat him in the face!" he said, and Allan was struck a savage blow which sent him over backward upon the floor. He felt that his nose was bleeding, but he did not lose consciousness. "We've got plenty of time," went on the second speaker. "They can't get anybody here inside of an hour. I wonder where that fool Charlie's gone?" As though in answer to the question, there came a rattle of wheels from the road outside, and Allan heard the men in the freight-shed smash the lock and open the door which led out upon the freight-platform at the side of the station. "Here she is," said a voice, and a moment later the chest was dragged toward the open door. "How'd you manage about the operator?" asked a voice which Allan recognized with a start as belonging to Dan Nolan. "He's in there with his face mashed in." "Is he?" and Nolan laughed joyfully. "I was never gladder in my life than when I seen him git off th' train t'-night. You know who he is, don't you?" "No; who is he?"