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XIX.   The Enemy’s Hand Again, And A Capture   310 XX.   A Prisoner   325 XXI.   Turning The Tables   337 XXII.   The Defense Of The Viaduct   357

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The next moment the Midway Junction ghost stepped grimly from his box.	Frontispiece
“Now I am going to cut your cords,” Alex went on softly.	8
Held it over the bull’s-eye, alternately covering and uncovering the stream of light.	14
Threw himself at the front door, pounding upon it with his fists.	28
In the middle of the floor, the center of all eyes, hurriedly working with chisel and hammer.	34
He was gazing into the barrel of a revolver.	58
But the response click did not come.	64
The clerk was colorless, but only faltered an instant.	78
“There!” said Jack, pointing in triumph.	84
Looped it over the topmost strand, near one of the posts.	94
There, in the corner of the big barn, Jack sent as he had never sent before.	100
With a rush they dashed into the wall of smoke.	108
Closer came the roaring monster.	114
“Come on! Come on!” exclaimed the man in the doorway.	124
“How did you do it, Smarty?” snapped the shorter man.	130
They whirled by, and the rest was lost.	154
The engineer stepped down from his cab to grasp Alex’s hand.	158
The wait was not long.	162
Jack made out a thin, clean-shaven face bending over a dark-lantern.	176
The stranger drew the chair immediately before him, and seating himself, leaned forward secretively.