Frontier Boys in Frisco

th a roar and swaying of the big engine, the train rushed down upon them and swept past with its hind

tchel as No. 10 passed; "we'

lared the fireman who knew his engineer when it cam

the old stagecoach on the down grade," re

cent through a narrow canyon, and Jim was in for a new experience. Enured though he was to all kinds of dangers it made him catch his breath wh

ith the vibrations of its fierce power, dashing straight for the depths of the shadows between the towering

der has rolled onto the track just ah

ething they were coming to ahead. Jim saw a jumbled heap of freight cars half in the stream and half out,

a ten mile run, the canyon began to broaden out and there were other trees besides the solemn pines. A sense of impending danger came over Jim. He had experienced it many times before and whether it was an ambush of Indians, or the plans of some band of outlaws it had rarely betrayed him. It was somethin

ure to come. It sent a thrill through his nerves for he felt that they were rushing straight to a crisis. Much depended on the three men in the engine, for there were many helpless women and ch

e rocks showing here and there on the bare fall of some precipice. Between the foot of the mountains and the track was rugg

ith his revolver in hand, seeing whether its action was all right. He was a stalwart figure indeed, dressed in his characteristic regimentals, with a thick, tight fitting sweater of blue, pants of the

he had gained in flesh, so that he weighed one hundred and eighty-five pounds. His hair was brown a

t, and applied the air brakes instantly. He had been on the watch for just this thing, and noted

e obstruction and there were flashes from a half dozen rifles on either side o

bullet sent a splinter from the cab into Jim's cheek, but he paid no attention to it at the time. When he caught a sudden glimpse of two men skulking behind a

his friend, the engineer, for he knew full well that he could take care of himself. It was the other fellows who would have t

t worthy had taken up the battle in his own way. Having quickly discarded his revolver with which he was not an expert, he began hurling chunks of coal, wherever he saw the flash of the enemy's fire, and filled with fighting fury he exposed himself most reckless

e in the situation. The party in the rear, saw that their brethren were meeting with a sharp resistance from the engine, so

the firing going on just below. The desperadoes redoubled their attack when they saw two of their number about to turn the

tenderfoot would not miss at that distance and these men were not in that class. Neither Jim nor Bob Ketchel were standing so that they could catch a glimpse of the two men who w