“Hurrah! I guess they’ll show those Huns what Americans can do,” cried Jack.
“Oh, I dread to think of their going into battle!” said his mother.
“Ma, while we are away don’t forget to send us any news that may come in,” said Jack quickly. “You can telegraph to Timminsport, and we will leave word there at the telegraph office so that any important message will be delivered to us.”
“I’ll certainly do that, Jack.” And later on Mrs. Tom Rover and Mrs. Sam Rover promised to do the same thing.
“There is no telling what may happen to our dads if they get into a regular first-class battle,” remarked Fred, that night when the four boys were holding a little conference among themselves.
“Well, we’ve got to take what comes,” returned Randy briefly. “However, I’ll be as much worried as ma until this war is at an end or until our dads come home.”
The boys had looked over their traps with care and examined their rifles and shotguns, and had even gone down into the cellar of one of their residences to try out the weapons to make certain that they were in working order.
With a shotgun in his hand Andy wanted to have some fun with one of the servant girls, but Randy quickly stopped him.
“Nothing doing, Andy,” he said. “You’ll only make ma nervous, and she is nervous enough already, thinking about dad. You save your tomfoolery until we are on the way or up at the camp.”
At length came the time for the boys to take their departure. Jack hated to think of running away from Ruth, and Fred was equally sorry to leave May Powell behind, yet the thought of what was ahead brightened all of the lads considerably.
“We ought to have the time of our lives,” declared Fred. “That is, if hunting is half as good as Gif Garrison said it was.”
“And if I can get that silver fox,” added Jack.
“Nothing but a moose for me,” declared Randy. “Either a moose or a six-legged jack rabbit.”
“Wouldn’t you like to shoot a bear that weighed about a thousand pounds?” questioned Jack.
“And lug the carcass to camp yourself?” came from Fred.
“Speaking about carrying a thousand-pound bear puts me in mind of something,” cried Randy quickly. “A fellow was telling me of a man here in the city who carried twelve hundred pounds.”
“Twelve hundred pounds!” exclaimed his twin. “It can’t be done.”
“Why, that’s more than a half a ton!” said Jack incredulously.
“Never mind, the fellow carried the twelve hundred pounds,” went on Randy. “A whole lot of people saw him do it.”
“Where was this?” questioned Fred.
“It was down at one of the Broadway banks,” answered Randy innocently. “The fellow was an English army officer. He had twelve hundred pounds in English money that he was exchanging for good old U. S. A. coin.”
“Fooled!” cried Fred, and this was followed by a general laugh.
CHAPTER IX
THE RAILROAD ACCIDENT
The four Rover boys journeyed from New York City to Baxton and there changed from one station to another nearby and took the next train for Portview.
Arriving in Portview they took a taxicab to the leading hotel, and were there met by Gif and Spouter, who had come in a few hours earlier and had already signed for their accommodations.
“Mighty glad to see you got here,” declared Gif. “I read about the awful storm you had down around New York, and I thought you might be delayed.”
“Well, I see they have had some of the snow up here,” answered Jack. “Although it isn’t as heavy as it was down our way.”
“Don’t worry about snow, Jack. You’ll get all you want of it after we reach Cedar Lodge.”
The Rover boys were tired out from their all-day trip, and as Gif and Spouter had likewise had their fill of traveling for the time being, all were glad enough to retire for a good night’s rest, even Andy being too worn out to play any of his jokes. But the following morning found the youths as bright and fresh as ever and eager to continue their journey.
“We can get a train for Timminsport at ten-thirty,” announced Gif. “That will give us plenty of time for breakfast and to do a little shopping if we need anything. Portview has as good stores as many big towns. When you get to Timminsport, you will find it nothing but a one-horse country town.”
They had a substantial breakfast, and then wandered down the main street as far as a small park, and then came back on the other side of the thoroughfare. They made a number of small purchases, including some cakes of choice chocolate and a bag of almonds, of which Spouter and Randy were particularly fond.
“When we get to Timminsport don’t forget to add a good big bag of sugar to our stores,” said Randy. “Then, if we are snowed in sometime, we can spend a few hours making some home-made candy.”
“Yes, and we can try our hands at some cookies,” added Fred. “I’ve watched our cook make them quite a few times, and I think I could make some myself if I tried real hard.”
“Anyway, you might be able to turn out some sinkers,” said Andy, with a grin. “And if we couldn’t eat ‘em we could take ‘em back to Colby Hall and present ‘em to some of the teachers for paperweights.” And at this there was a laugh.
With the bundles the boys returned to the hotel, paid their bill, and with their suitcases in hand, returned once more to the depot. Here in the smoky trainshed the cars were already waiting, and they climbed aboard; and a few minutes later were on their way to Timminsport.
The coast in this vicinity is very irregular, so that the train did not run close to the shore. They skirted a bay, and then branched off at a small place called Leeways for the town for which they were bound. At Leeways they met several heavy lumber trains, and also met a gang of men bound for one of the lumber camps.
“We are certainly getting away from the big towns now,” remarked Fred.
“I just saw a few hunters with their guns!” cried Randy. “That looks interesting to me!”
There was no diner on the train, but around noon it stopped at a way-station where there was a lunch counter, and here the young travelers had ten minutes in which to satisfy their appetites.
“Maybe we’d better take a few sandwiches along,” remarked Jack. “We may not have another chance to eat until we get to the Lodge.”
“Oh, there is a little restaurant at Timminsport,” declared Gif. “It’s not a very nice place, but we’ll be able to get as much as we want there.”
Soon the train was on its way again, having backed up at Leeways to drop a passenger car and take on one of mixed freight. The character of the passengers had largely changed, and most of them were now country folks, lumberjacks, and city people bound for a season of hunting. The steam heat had died out in the car which the boys occupied, and it was growing colder and colder.
“The train doesn’t go any farther than Timminsport,” explained Gif, “and I suppose the engineer is saving on steam.”
“Say, Gif, I didn’t think you were going to give us such a cold reception!” cried Randy.
“Never mind the cold reception!” exclaimed Spouter, who was gazing out of the window at the scenery. “Just look at this truly wonderful picture! See those hillsides with massive pines, and those clusters of bushes, all bent down with their weight of snow. And see how the sunshine sparkles, making each snowdrop look like a diamond. It’s a wonderful sight, and it fills one’s soul with a feeling of awe and admiration for—”
“Hurrah! Spouter has come into his own again,” cried Andy. “That’s right, Spout, warm up good, and maybe you’ll help warm this car.”
“If those snowdrops were really diamonds, Spouter, what do you thing they’d be worth a dozen?” came from Randy.
“Aw, that’s just like you fellows!” grumbled the would-be orator, in disgust. “You haven’t any poe
try in your souls.”
“Haven’t any poetry in my soul?” cried Andy. “You bet I have—tons and tons of it! Just listen to this,” and he chanted gayly:
“I love to see a snowdrop
A hanging on a tree,
A glistening in the sunshine
As happy as can be.”
“Great red-headed snakes!” burst out Jack. “Andy has turned poet!”
“Don’t you think you ought to take something for it, Andy? Cough mixture, or measles eradicator, or something like that?” questioned Fred.
“I think what he needs is a good dose of codliver oil, served hot,” came from Gif.
“No codliver oil for me!” cried the fun-loving Rover. “You deal that out to Spouter. It will help oil his tongue and make his flow of oratory better.”
“Speaking of cough mixtures, I think I’ll get a bottle of some sort when we get to Timminsport if they have a drugstore,” said Jack. “Some of us may catch cold and need it.”
With such talk going on, the journey continued. They were now running for a small station named Enwood, where they were to pick up two extra cars from a small side road coming down from the north. In this section there was a good deal of snow, and the train, consequently, had to run rather slowly.
“I think I could get out and walk almost as fast as this train is moving,” remarked Spouter presently.
“It isn’t as bad as that, Spouter,” returned Jack, looking out of the window. “We are making at least fifteen miles an hour, and you couldn’t hoof it as quick as that.”
“It certainly seems awfully slow,” remarked Fred. He was beginning to grow sleepy, and now he rested his head on the back of the seat and closed his eyes.
“Perhaps we won’t be able to get through to Timminsport,” came from Randy. “That would be a fine state of affairs, eh?”
“I don’t see any houses along the line. We’d have one sweet job finding a place to go to if the train became snowbound,” said Andy.
“They generally manage to keep this road open, no matter how bad the storms are,” declared Gif. “You see, the hunters are coming and going all the time, as well as the lumbermen and the folks that live in and around Timminsport and Enwood. They don’t like to be cut off from the rest of the world, even for a day or two.”
“I hope we don’t have to wait for that other train when we get to Enwood,” said Spouter. “That may be awfully late, you know.”
“I asked the conductor awhile ago, and he said they hoped it would be on time. It comes down hill most of the way, and that is in its favor. If they had to pull uphill much, they might get stuck.”
Presently they passed a small lumber camp, and one of the other passengers told the boys they were now within half a mile of Enwood.
“And that is only twelve miles from Timminsport,” said Gif. “We ought to be there in about half an hour or so.”
They had struck a portion of the track which was comparatively free of snow, and the engineer of the train was now trying to make up some of the lost time. The boys were congratulating themselves on this when they suddenly heard a shriek of the locomotive whistle, followed instantly by the sudden application of the steam brakes. The train shuddered and shook, and two seconds later there came a crash from the front, and then the train came to a sudden stop.
The Rover boys and their chums had leaped to their feet at the first shock. The second threw Spouter headlong, and Randy went down almost on top of him. Fred was awakened from his brief nap by having his forehead bumped upon the seat ahead of him.
“What’s the matter?”
“What did we strike?”
“Are we going to upset?”
“Let me get out of here! I don’t want to be smashed up!”
Such were some of the cries which rent the air while the train was still in motion and after it came to a standstill. Every passenger had been shaken up, and not a few were knocked down. Fortunately, however, no one in that particular car seemed to be much hurt, although several were bruised and every one was more or less nervous.
“Are you hurt, Fred?” questioned Jack quickly, as he saw his young cousin feeling of his forehead.
“Well, I got a pretty good bump,” answered the youngest Rover, “and I guess I’m going to have a lump there as a consequence.”
“We’ll get out and see what’s doing, and then you can put some snow on it.”
Some of the passengers were already leaving the car, and the Rover boys and their chums quickly followed. The trouble was all ahead, and they had some difficulty in wading through the snow alongside the track to get to the front of the train.
Here it was plain to be seen what had happened. The train from the north had come in and tried to take the siding, as was the custom. But the switch had become blocked with snow, and the train had been thrown out on the main track, which at this point, crossed the track on which the train from Portview was coming. The big locomotive of the latter train had ploughed through the middle of the train from the north, hitting the latter between two of the cars and sending those cars in either direction to the sides of the track.
“Gee! this is some wreck!” exclaimed Gif.
“I should say it was!” declared Jack. “It looks to me as if somebody might be killed.”
From the two wrecked cars came cries of pain and yells for help. One of the cars still stood up, but at a dangerous angle, while the other had turned completely over and rested on its top in the snow.
All was excitement, and for the time being everyone seemed to be so dazed that but little was done. Passengers were leaping from both of the wrecked cars, some coming through the doorways and some through the broken-out windows. Jack and Randy ran to one of the cars, and were able to assist a woman with a little girl to alight and reach a place of safety. In the meanwhile, the other lads assisted two elderly men. One had his foot hurt, and they carried him into the railroad station, where they laid him on one of the benches.
“Look! Look!” cried Fred suddenly, forgetting all about his hurt forehead. “Look! That car over yonder is on fire!”
The car he mentioned was that which had turned over and was resting on its top in the snow. From the interior thick black smoke was coming, and this was presently followed by a tongue of flame. The car was a combination baggage and smoker, and it was afterwards learned that one of the passengers had been carrying a can of kerosene which had broken open in the smash-up, and had evidently become ignited by some thrown-down cigar or cigarette.
“Those people will be in danger of burning up!” gasped Randy.
“They will be unless they get out in a hurry,” answered Spouter.
From the interior of the car came more cries, and presently all outside heard a man yelling in a tone of agony:
“Help! Help! Somebody save me! My leg is caught fast, and I can’t get out! Save me!”
CHAPTER X
THE RESCUE
“There’s a man left in there!”
“He says his leg is caught fast!”
“Help! Help!” came more faintly from the interior of the burning car. “Help, or I’ll be burnt to death!”
Only a few passengers seemed to hear these cries, for most of the men who had come from the other train were gathered near the car which was still standing. The Rover boys and their chums listened in horror to the call for assistance. Jack was the first to leap forward.
“We’ll have to save that fellow if we can,” he cried determinedly.
“I think he is close to one of these windows,” said Randy, pointing to several broken-out windows through which some other passengers in the car had climbed.
“Wait! I’ve got an idea!” exclaimed Fred. “See that stick of wood? Why can’t we place that against one of the windows and climb up on it?”
He had pointed to a plank one end of which, in some ma
nner, had become torn up from the roadbed. All of the boys rushed for this plank and turned and twisted it until they had the fastened end under the snow loose. Then they rushed over to the burning car and placed the plank on a slant from the snow to the broken-out window which, because the overturned car was not on a level, was two or three feet above their heads.
Jack was the first to get on the plank, and speedily crawled up to the window. Fortunately a draft was taking most of the smoke to the other side of the car, so that he could see into the interior quite plainly.
A scene of great confusion met the eyes of the young captain. A number of broken seats had fallen down on the ceiling of the car and in the midst of this wreckage lay a short, stocky man with several cuts and bruises on his face from which the blood was flowing. The man had his arms and one leg free, but several seats and some handbaggage were wedged in across his left leg and his stomach in such a manner that he seemed unable to extricate himself. The fire was creeping up to within a few inches of his caught foot, and this had caused him to raise his wild cry for assistance.
“Help! Help!” he repeated, as soon as he caught sight of Jack’s face framed in the broken-out window. “Get me out of here before the fire reaches me!”
“We’ll do it!” answered Jack. “Come on, Randy. I think the two of us can do the trick,” he added to his cousin, who had come up behind him on the plank.
“Want any more help?” questioned the others simultaneously.
“If we do we’ll let you know quick enough.”
Jack dropped down into the car, and Randy followed. They landed among a mass of broken glass and other wreckage, but to this paid no attention.
“Here, Randy, take hold of this seat and pull it back,” ordered Jack; and between them they set to work with vigor.
But it was no mean task to get all of the wreckage off of the trapped passenger. There were half a dozen heavy suitcases among the broken seats, and these the boys hurled through the broken windows, where they were picked up by those outside and carried to a safe place. In the meanwhile the flames were creeping closer, and now a sudden change in the air caused a heavy volume of smoke to drift toward them.
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