"Which one of us will stop him?" asked Donald.
"You'd better. I'm heavier and I can handle him easier."
They walked back some ten feet, where Donald stopped, while
Billie went about ten feet farther and drew off into the
darkness.
A couple of minutes later they heard the lieutenant coming. He
passed Billie without seeing him.
Then Donald advanced and met him as by chance.
"Who comes there?" asked the lieutenant in a sharp tone, drawing
his revolver.
"Why, hello, lieutenant," said Donald as he came close to him.
"What's happened?"
The lieutenant eyed him suspiciously.
"Where did you come from?" he asked.
"From the rear sleeper. I woke up and found myself all alone."
"Humph!" grunted the lieutenant. "You must have been overlooked.
Come with me."
He started to replace his revolver in its holster when a slight
noise behind him caused him to turn his head. As he did so,
Billie's fist caught him under the chin and he fell in a heap
without making a sound.
"Good work!" muttered Donald as he picked up the revolver which
the lieutenant had let fall. "Now to business."
CHAPTER IX.
DONALD'S STRATEGY.
Lifting the unconscious man in their arms, they bore him into the
darkness away from the train, where he was soon deprived of his
coat, hat, and weapons.
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