They've no horses." Here, indeed, was a brilliant thought.

The boys could track the bandits to their hiding-place, and possibly recover the ore.

At least, they could return and report where the men had gone.

There was a chance to distinguish themselves yet.

In a moment they were mounted and dashing down along the track, toward the water tank.
Presently a shrill whistle was followed by the faint rumbling of the train as it resumed its way.