I kept on running, until I reached one of Russell, Major & Waddell's freight trains which I had noticed going over the hill for the west.

Fortunately for me I knew the wagon-master, John Willis, and as soon as I recovered my breath I told him what had happened.
"Served him right, Billy," said he, "and what's more, we'll go over and clean out the teacher." "Oh, no; don't do that," said I, for I was afraid that I might fall into the hands of the wounded boy's friends, who I knew would soon be looking for me.
"Well, Billy, come along with me; I am bound for Fort Kearney; the trip will take me forty days.

I want you for a cavallard driver." "All right," I replied, "but I must go home and tell mother about it, and get some clothes." "Well then, to-night after we make our camp, I'll go back with you." The affray broke up the school for the rest of the day as the excitement was too much for the children.

Late in the afternoon, after the train had moved on some considerable distance, I saw Steve's father, his brother Frank, and one of the neighbors rapidly approaching.
"Mr.Willis, there comes old Gobel, with Frank and somebody else, and they are after me--what am I going to do ?" I asked.
"Let 'em come," said he, "they can't take you if I've got anything to say about it, and I rather think I have.

Get into one of the wagons--keep quiet and lay low.