"I must have a written order," he said.
"Why?" asked Donald, in his role of lieutenant.
"To countermand the order of Gen. Maas."
"Captain," was Donald's quiet hint, "don't you think it would be
well to place the conductor under arrest?" and again he poked his
revolver into the captain's side.
The order for the conductor's arrest was quickly given.
"Now, then, vamose," called Adrian. Then to the engineer, "I will
act as conductor."
The guards and extra soldiers who had been detailed for this
special service, sprang aboard; the engineer pulled open the
throttle and the train began to move.
"Aren't you going, too?" asked Adrian.
"Yes," whispered Billie to Donald, "hurry aboard with your
prisoner."
The captain was evidently of the same mind, for he started to
board the already moving train.
"No you don't," exclaimed Donald, pulling him back. "You're going
to stay here with us!"
"Do you mean it, Don?" asked Billie in surprise.
"Sure! What do you think he'd do to us as soon as it was light?"
By this time the train was under headway; a second later the last
coach passed them and in another minute the tail lights were
disappearing in the darkness.
"It looks to me," remarked Adrian with a long breath, "as though
we were in the consomme.
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