but there was no answer. "Is she dead?" cried the conductor, falling upon his knees and holding the light close to his sweetheart's face.
"No, you chump," said Bankers; "she only fainted when I killed this Sioux;" and he gave the dead Indian a kick and rolled him out of the car.
"But the baby?" pleaded Mrs. Bankers.
"She's all right," said the husband. "Only a little too much paregoric." And so it proved.
"Here, Em," said Bankers, shaking the young woman, who was regaining consciousness, "brace up. You've got company."
"Are we all safe?" asked the schoolma'am, feeling for her back hair. "Oh, my dear, brave friend, you have saved us all!"
"Yes, I played," said Bankers, "hiding here in the straw while the agent was being murdered."
"But you saved the women," said the conductor, who was overjoyed at finding all alive.
"Yes," said Bankers, "that's something, after all."
And all this is not a dream. It is only a
