CHAPTER VII.
SAVING THE TRAIN.
For several days the weather proved delightful, and as the wind was strong and steady the Dashaway made rapid progress.
All felt in the best of spirits, and with fishing and telling stories the time passed as quickly as could reasonably be expected.
The boys soon learned that Robert Menden was a great story-teller, and never tired of sitting around him when he was spinning one of his yarns.
One day they were talking of bicycle riding, when the young Englishman shook his head slowly. "No more riding for me," he said. "I have had enough and to spare of it. I once came close to losing my life in England through it—when I was out with a friend named Rexwell. I'll never forget that adventure."
"Tell us of it!" shouted several of the boys at once; and sitting in a cozy corner of the deck, Robert Menden told his story as follows:
"Rexwell and I were two days out from Orelle in the heart of England. We were fol-
