Turnback Haynes, who had been watching Dick with a sort of wild fascination, noted Dick's latest move.
The train, which had been traveling at high speed, now slowed down to some twenty-five miles an hour in order to pass over a river.
While the attention of all the rest was turned toward the front end of the car, Haynes, with lowered eyes and half-slinking manner, made his way toward the rear of the car.
Peering through the glass in the door, the turnback could make out Cadet Prescott standing outside.

Dick's back was toward the door.
A diabolical light flashed in Haynes's eyes for a moment.

He shook from head to foot, but, by a strong effort of will, he stayed his quivering.
One stealthy look over his shoulder Haynes took, then suddenly opened the door, stepping outside.
Cadet Prescott half turned.

There was no time to do more, when he felt himself seized in a strong clutch.
There was hardly any struggle.

It all seemed to be over in a second or so.