CHAPTER XVI.
ROLL-CALL GIVES THE ALARM For an instant Haynes leaned far out.
Now his eyes were filed with a terror that overcame the wild fascination of his wicked deed.
His anger had died down in a flash.

Turnback Haynes would have given worlds to be able to recall the felonious deed he had just committed.

But it was too late.

He had seen Prescott's flying figure sink beneath the waters, which came up to within a few feet of the railroad trestle.
Haynes turned back with a sobbing groan.

Then he cast a terrified look into the car.
Some of the fellows must have seen both of us come out here, he quavered.