They laughed and chuckled over it for some time.
But suddenly the solemned-faced Frank exclaimed in startled tones:
“Say! Suppose Jack Wright finds out in the bank what you’ve done! We’ll have all the police in this town looking for us. Hadn’t we better get out of here?”
“Oh, don’t hurry yourself,” coolly replied Jesse, as he noted the blank look of dismay on the faces of the rest produced by his brother’s words. “There’s no danger.”
The bandit king always exercised a powerful influence over his brother and his men, and they immediately became imbued with his reckless carelessness, and got over the sadden fright which had for a moment shocked them.
Jesse then questioned the hotel keeper about the departure of trains from there, and learned that they could not leave Wrightstown in less than an hour.
He told his companions the news.
Before the train came in which, they intended to depart, another one arrived from the opposite direction.
Sheriff Timberlake was aboard.
His locomotive had caught up with the express train, and he boarded her, and learned that a passenger had seen five men spring aground at the Wrightstown curve.
As Jesse James and his men were not aboard, he at once presumed it was they who had thus eluded him.
He, therefore, alighted at the next station, and boarded the first train back for Wrightstown.
By dint of inquiring, he discovered that five men who answered to the description of his prey, were at the Sea Spider Hotel, and made his way there.
When he reached the hotel, he learned that the men were there, and had retired to one of the rooms.
Timberlake was a man who never wasted words.
When he spoke or acted, it was to the point.
He therefore made no remark, but quickly made his way up-stairs, sure that he had his prey cornered.
By moving quietly, and listening at the different doors, he finally located the sound of several voices coming from the room occupied by the James Boys.
He recognized them at once as the voices of the gang whom he had tracked to New York.
“It’s time to get ready, boys,” he heard Jesse say.
“We’ve got ten minutes yet,” replied Cummins.
“Just time enough to reach the depot,” added Frank.
The sheriff smiled, and produced a brace of revolvers.
Flinging open the door he saw the five men in the bedroom, sitting around a table upon which stood an empty whisky bottle and a deck of cards with which they had been amusing themselves.
Leveling his pistols at the outlaws he cried:
“Hands up!”
“Timberlake!” roared Jesse.
“Quick, obey or I’ll fire!”
“Caught!” muttered Frank.
“I’ve got the drop on you!”
They saw that resistance was simply madness, so up went their hands and the keen glance of the sheriff swept over the party and he counted four men.
Miller was missing.
For a moment there was deep silence.
The bandits had time to recover from their panic.
“Let up, Timberlake, and I’ll give you $5,000,” said Jesse.
“Not for ten times that amount,” replied the sheriff.
“You can’t take all of us.”
“Two will do–you and Frank.”
“Will nothing bribe you?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Jesse uttered a sharp signal whistle.
It echoed piercingly through the hotel, and the sheriff started and demanded with a frown:
“What did you do that for?”
“To summon assistance,” coolly replied Jesse.
“You won’t get any here.”
“Oh, yes, we will. You’ll see.”
“I am going—”
He never finished that sentence.
Miller had heard the danger signal, came up in the hall, saw how the situation stood, and stealing up quietly behind Timberlake, he dealt the plucky officer a stunning blow with the butt of his pistol.
It knocked the sheriff down.
He was hardly prostrate before the whole gang was upon him, and while one took the pistols away from him, the rest bound and gagged him.
He thus was rendered perfectly helpless.
When he recovered from the effect of the blow, he found himself at the mercy of the gang, unable to move or speak, and tied up to the old-fashioned bed post.
“Fool,” said Jesse, standing before him, and bending a burning glance upon him of mingled hate and rage. “Are you soft enough to imagine you can get away with all of us single handed?”
Timberlake did not reply of course.
But the look of intense fury he bestowed upon Jesse, amply evinced all that was passing in his mind.
“We are going to leave you here,” preceded the king of the bandits, “and we are going back to Clay County. I’d like to blow your head off before we go, but that would run my bead in the hangman’s noose. If you are unlucky enough to stumble across my path again, though, I shall be less merciful. I’d wipe you out as I would a viper.”
Gagged as he was, Timberlake remained silent.
“Come, boys, let us begone,” said Jesse turning to his companions. “We barely have time to catch the train.”
They filed out of the room, and Jesse locked the door, carried the key away, and they left the hotel.
Making speed, they quickly reached the railroad depot.
A train was just leaving.
They quickly boarded it.
Away they were whirled to Missouri.
And that was the last Wrightstown ever saw of them.
*
CHAPTER III.
THE ELECTRIC STAGE.
Toward evening a chambermaid in the Sea Spider House went up to the room which had been occupied by the James Boys and discovered Sheriff Timberlake bound and gagged.
She was very much frightened at first, and ran screaming from the room, for she thought the apartment was vacant and had gone up to put it in order.
The landlord heard her shrieks, learned what frightened her, and hastening up to the room liberated the sheriff.
“Another victim of these villains!” he exclaimed.
“Have they got the best of some one else?” asked Timberlake.
“Yes; the evening paper contains an account of a clever check swindle they played on the Wrightstown Bank, by duping Jack Wright, the most respected young citizen in this town.”
“How long have they been gone?”
“They departed a few minutes after you went up here at noon.”
“Do you know which way they went?”
“The paper says they boarded a westbound train.”
“In that case they’ve given me the slip again.”
“Why did they treat you this way?”
“I am the sheriff of Clay County, Missouri, and they were Jesse and Frank James, the notorious bandits, and three of their gang.”
“Good heavens! and I harbored them here!”
“Of course you did not know who they were.”
“Certainly not, if I had I would have handed them over to the police.”
“Let me read the newspaper account.”
The landlord handed him the paper.
He read the article, which gave an account of how Jack Wright had been cheated, and added, in conclusion, that after the inventor entered the bank he discovered the swindle.
The police were notified.
They traced the James Boys to the hotel.
But when they got there the birds had flown.
Hastening to the railroad depot, they discovered that the bandits had made their escape on the cars.
They telegraphed to the authorities ahead of the train at its first stopping place to arrest the bandits.
But the reply finally came back that the cars did not stop there, as the bandits had taken possession of the engine, and were seen for
cing the engineer to keep the train going by menacing him with their pistols.
Timberlake was not surprised at this.
He knew that there were no more desperate men than the James Boys, and was aware that they would resort to any means to escape.
“I can’t do anything farther,” he sighed. “At least, not until I get back to Missouri. I think I’ll call on Jack Wright, and get all the facts from him of the bank swindle.”
He thereupon left the hotel.
Going to Jack’s house, he found the inventor in.
Introducing himself, and showing his credentials, the sheriff had a long talk about the matter with the inventor.
In conclusion, he said:
“For a long time I have tried every means to capture those bandits. But they slip away from me with the most remarkable ease every time I feel surest I’ve got them. There’s a reward of $5,000 offered by the governor of the State for their capture, and I and a Pinkerton detective named Carl Greene have been making the most desperate efforts to capture the James Boys, and break up their gang. We have thus far failed to do so.”
“Why has it been such a difficult task?” asked Jack.
“In the first place, Jesse James owns a horse named Siroc which is unequaled in speed and intelligence by any horse in the world that I know of, and he can easily outfoot the fleetest animal that ever chased him.”
“Well,” asked Jack, “suppose an electric overland engine were to chase that remarkable quadruped, don’t you think he might be overtaken? The engine I refer to can run at the rate of fifty miles an hour over rough ground.”
“Any engine could last longer than a horse, and such a machine as you mention could outspeed that horse. But, of course, such an engine is an utter impossibility.”
“You are mistaken,” said Jack, quietly.
“How so?” asked Timberlake, with a puzzled look.
“Because I have got such an engine.”
“You have?”
“Just finished building it.”
“And it runs by electricity?”
“Entirely so.”
“Without tracks?”
“On the ground.”
“And at fifty miles an hour?”
“Yes. I have tested her to that speed.”
“This, if true, is most extraordinary.”
“No, it isn’t. I have constructed such machines before.”
“I’ve been told you are an inventor of electrical contrivances.”
“Do you doubt the probability of such an engine?”
“Candidly, I do.”
“Do you want me to prove it?”
“By all means.”
“Then come with me. I’ll show it to you.”
“I am burning with curiosity to see the wonderful affair.”
Jack smiled and led his caller out into the yard.
Proceeding to the door of the workshop he opened it with a latch key and they entered a very large room.
It was cast in gloom.
Jack turned a switch on the wall.
Instantly scores of brilliant incandescent electric lamps were put in circuit and blazed out, illuminating the room as if by day.
A strange-looking vehicle in the form of a stage was disclosed standing in the middle of the apartment.
Jack pointed at it and said:
“There’s the machine that will do all I claimed for it.”
“By thunder, that’s an odd looking affair!”
“She certainly is a peculiar carriage.”
“Yet she is very handsome, light, and durable.”
“Lift one end of her. You will be amazed at her weight.”
“How can one man lift such a heavy thing as that?”
“Try, and you’ll see.”
The sheriff complied.
He was astonished to find he could raise her,
Jack burst out laughing at his amazed expression.
“I can’t imagine what material she can be made of!” said the officer.
“It’s aluminum,” replied Jack, “Have you a revolver?”
“Yes–a 32 calibre weapon.”
“If you will put a bullet through her I’ll give you $10,000.”
Timberlake’s surprise increased, and he drew his weapon.
Aiming it at the vehicle in various places he blazed away.
Six shots were thus fired.
He then closely examined the Terror, as the stage was named, and although he saw where each of the heavy caliber bullets had struck the machine, he failed to find a perforation.
In fact he picked up the bullets from the ground fused and battered out of shape.
Jack watched him with an amused smile.
“What do you think of that for bullet-proof armor?” he asked.
“It is simply wonderful–extraordinary!”
Timberlake scanned the engine with newly awakened interest.
It was about thirty feet long, by ten in breadth, rode on four broad cogged wheels, and was set on strong, flexible springs.
Under the middle of the car was a powerful motor for revolving the wheels, in front of the dashboard was a projecting ram over which stood a search-light of 90,000 candle power, above the forward wheels were air brakes, the driver’s seat was in front, and before it stood a steering wheel and several levers.
All the actions of the Terror were controlled by these levers.
Each side of the car was indented with four windows and four bull’s-eyes, there was a door front and back, and a rear platform from which hung a ladder to get on and off.
The lower section of the walls consisted of metal plates, while the upper part was made of aluminum wire netting, there was a small smokestack on top of the roof, and on each side a railed platform.
Her interior was divided by partitions into three rooms, the forward one being a general living room containing bunks for sleeping, the middle one was a combined dining room and kitchen, the cooking being done on an electric stove, and the rear room was for storage.
In it water and provisions, arms and ammunition, tools and many other useful articles were to be stowed.
There were two compartments–one under the sleeping room floor in which stood the mechanism for running the Terror, and the other beneath the store room floor, in which stood a small powerful dynamo which operated automatically by a spring clockwork.
All the room lamps and the search-light derived their current from the dynamo, while it worked the motor, and that in turn operated the driving wheel machinery.
“It don’t require a skilled electrician to see how the Terror operates.” said Jack, as he showed the sheriff the interior, “for I have based her construction upon the simplest known principles.”
“Oh, I can readily see how she ought to work.” “I’ll give you an example,” said Jack, seating himself behind the steering wheel and pulling a lever.
That set the clockwork in motion, it spun the dynamo armature, a current was generated, flashed into the motor, the shaft operated the machinery, and the Terror rolled ahead.
When she reached the end of the room he reversed the lever and she backed to the other wall.
He then ran her around the room in a circle, steering by the wheel, and attained a tremendous velocity; he put on the brakes and she stopped within a few feet, and he turned a switch that caused the search-light and lamps in her to glow.
By the time he finished the sheriff was wild with admiration of the extraordinary vehicle.
“For what purpose did you build her? he asked Jack, when they finished maneuvering her, and alighted.
“Just for fun, I have plenty of money and leisure, and a strong liking for building these electrical inventions.”
“But why did you say she could catch Jesse James’ horse Siroc?”
“Simply because I have made up my mind to do so?”
“What! Go to Missouri in pursuit of the James Boys?” asked Timberlake, as he took up Jack’s remark.
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sp; “Yes, sir. I or the bank have lost five thousand dollars by a mean trick the bandit king played on me, and I mean to recover it.”
“League yourself with the State Government against the outlaws, and you may not only recover the stolen money, but you stand a mighty good chance of winning the standing reward of five thousand dollars for the arrest and conviction of the James Boys.”
“The money is no temptation to me whatever,” asserted Jack. “I don’t need it. But you must consider that I was greatly chagrined and mortified when I discovered what a clever game had been played upon me, and I am very anxious to even matters up with those villains. Besides, I rather like the wild, exciting adventures in view if I run after those outlaws.”
“You must not forget that it may cost your life.”
“Oh, I am aware of that! And say—”
“Well?”
“How would you like to accompany us?”
“First-rate. I would be of great help to you, too, as I am familiar with all parts of the State.”
“That settles the matter then. You go with us.”
“When will you depart?”
“I’m going to write to the Governor of Missouri, and I’ll go just as soon as I get a reply from him.”
“I’ll write him at the same time then, and I feel confident that we won’t be there long before we break up that gang of outlaws, and have the James Boys behind the bars.”
*
CHAPTER IV.
OFF FOR MISSOURI.
The sheriff resolved to remain in Wrightstown, and start from there on the Terror, with Jack and his two friends.
While awaiting a reply from the Governor of Missouri he put up at the Sea Spider house, and went daily to the young inventor’s workshop to help get the engine ready.
Jack had to purchase many necessary articles to equip the electric engine, and while they were stocking her, he said one day to Timberlake:
“As you are the sheriff of Clay County, Missouri, I cannot understand what, right you had to desert your post of duty there, and go off on a chase after the James Boys all the way to New York.”
“That mystery can easily be explained,” replied Timberlake with a smile. “I was taking a vacation, to which I am entitled, when I learned of their proposed trip to the metropolis to see the sights. Instead of taking a rest, I became excited into a longing to capture them, and started in pursuit as a detective would have done.”
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