Through the lighted windows
could be seen crowds of passengers, and Hugh and Bob shuddered as they
thought what might have happened to the train with its load of precious
human freight had the bomb exploded. They felt faint and weak after their
experience and presently sat down until their shattered nerves should
have recovered somewhat from the shock.
The night was cool, but Bob mopped his perspiring brow. "Whew," he
gasped. "That was a close call."
"I should say it was," echoed Hugh. "What luck that you should have
seen those sparks when you did! There was only a couple of inches of
fuse left."
"Lucky you were with me too," said Bob soberly. "If I'd been alone I
think I would have run for home."
"Haven't you two gone home yet?" demanded a voice, and the two boys
looked up to see Harold standing over them.
"Not yet," said Bob.
"Well, you'd better skip," Harold advised. "You'll get in trouble
around here."
"There'd been more trouble if we hadn't been here," said Bob quietly.
"What do you mean?"
Bob related the story of the bomb to his brother.
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