Walker of the Secret ServicePost, Melville Davisson
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Walker of the Secret Service
Post, Melville Davisson
Secret service -- Fiction
They had seen our lights and were prepared to stop us. The men stood
up with their weapons in their hands, an array of indiscriminate
firearms. Our motor did not entirely stop. We slowed down, running
into the crowd of men. Mooney got on his feet, shouting:
“We have ’em surrounded in the express car. Get there as fast as you
can; we’ve got to go into the town for gasoline.... Don’t stand
here. Hurry!”
To the posse the explanation was complete.
We were a party of the train crew; one could clearly see that. What
Mooney said coincided with the report that had come in to them.
We did not wait for these men to reflect about it. We ran on past,
Mooney shouting to them to make haste; that there was a man in the
road with a lantern to stop them.
“Let your cars out,” he cried, “for God’s sake.”
And we went on.
It was the only adventure on the way. The road skirted the town, and
once past it Mooney considered the peril ended. We took off the
trainmen’s uniforms and put them into the sack.
The fog increased, it seemed to me, but its very density covered the
close of our adventure. We ran along the street to the garage from
which we had borrowed the car. White handled it with skill. He
entered the street with a spurt of speed, then he cut off the engine
and we glided almost noiselessly along to the very door of the
garage. We got down. White unlocked the door and we pushed the car
in; then he locked it again carefully.
I don’t think he had a key; I think he manipulated that lock with a
bent nail. But at any rate we walked away, having restored the car
to its house, Mooney with the loot sack on his shoulder. It was
Saturday night and the circus remained over until Sunday in the
meadow beyond the town.
Only the top of the great tent stood now above the sheet of fog as
we set out across the field toward it.
CHAPTER III
The Bloodhounds
I think the third holdup undertaken by these men was the most
remarkable that ever occurred in all the history of train robberies.
I do not mean that the result of it was so remarkable or that it was
attended by peculiar adventures. But the cool nerve exhibited by
Mooney—his deliberate assumption of enormous risk, and his plan to
draw the attention of the authorities from his confederate—marks the
affair as without equal. The plan, too, to get away with what was
taken in the robbery was wholly original. In all record of criminal
methods I have never known this plan to be adopted by anybody else.
I think it was worked out by Mooney to meet a situation which he
knew now existed.
The two train robberies which we had undertaken had aroused the
country. The authorities could be expected to make every effort to
run down and capture the highwayman who should undertake a
repetition of these affairs. Mooney knew this and he worked out a
plan to meet it.
The circus was loaded and moving when I first learned of this new
adventure.
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