gine finally stopped twenty miles beyond Kearney station.
Neither the engineer nor the fireman was dead, and after a very long swoon they revived. The engine had stopped. When he saw himself in the desert, and the locomotive without cars attached to it, the engineer understood what had happened. He could not guess how the locomotive had been detached from the train, but he did not doubt that the train, left behind, was in distress.
The engineer did not hesitate as to what he ought to do. To continue his course in the direction of Omaha was prudent, to return towards the train, which the Indians were perhaps yet robbing, was dangerous. No matter! Coal and wood were thrown into the furnace, the fire started up again, the head of steam increased again, and about two o'clock in the afternoon the engine returned, running backwards to Kearney station. This was the whistling they heard in the mist.
It was a great satisfaction for the travelers, when they saw the locomotive put at the head of the train. They were going to be able to continue their journey so unfortunately interrupted.
On the arrival of the engine, Aouda came out of the station, and addressing the conductor she asked:
"You are going to start?"
"This very instant, madame."
"But the prisoners—our unfortunate companions———"
"I cannot interrupt the trip," replied the conductor.
"We are already three hours behind time."
"And when will the next train coming from San Francisco pass?"
"To-morrow evening, madame."
"To-morrow evning! But it will be too late. We must wait———"
"Impossible," replied the conductor. "If you are going, get aboard the car."
"I will not go," replied the young woman.
Fix heard this conversation. A few moments before, when every means of locomotion failed him, he had decided to quit Kearney, and now that the train was there ready to continue its course, and he only had to seat himself again in the car, an irresistible force fixed him to the ground. The platform of the station burned his feet, and he could
