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“Oh, say can you see,
Far away to the east,
A bright star that doth grow
Momentarily brighter?
‘Tis the far-flashing headlight
Of a railroad-train:
Ten minutes from now
We shall be safe and sound.”

What they did in those ten minutes neither could tell afterward. The same idea was in both their minds,–that unless the attention of the Indians could be held until the train arrived, its approach would only precipitate their own fate by impelling the savages to carry out whatever designs of murder, insult, or capture they might have. Under the influence of the intense excitement of this critical interval it is to be feared that the performance degenerated from a high-toned concert and variety show into something very like a Howling-Dervish exhibition. But, at any rate, it answered its purpose until, after a period that seemed like a dozen eternities, the West-bound overland express with a tremendous roar and rattle drew up beside them, in response to the waving of Miss Dwyer’s handkerchief and to Lombard’s shouts.

Even had the Indians contemplated hostile intentions,–which they were doubtless in a condition of too great general stupefaction to do,–the alacrity with which the two performers clambered aboard the cars would probably have foiled their designs. But as the train gathered headway once more, Lombard could not resist the temptation of venting his feelings by shaking his fist ferociously at the audience which he had been so conscientiously trying to please up to that moment. It was a gratification which had like to have cost him dear. There was a quick motion on the part of one of the Indians, and the conductor dragged Lombard within the car just as an arrow struck the door.

Mrs. Eustis had slept sweetly all night, and was awakened the next morning an hour before the train reached Ogden by the sleeping-car porter, who gave her a telegram which had overtaken the train at the last station. It read:–

Am safe and sound. Was left behind by your train last
night, and picked up by West-bound express. Will join
you at Ogden to-morrow morning.

Jennie Dwyer.

Mrs. Eustis read the telegram through twice without getting the least idea from it. Then she leaned over and looked down into Jennie’s berth. It had not been slept in. Then she began to understand. Heroically resisting a tendency to scream, she thus secured space for second thought, and, being a shrewd woman of the world, ended by making up her mind to tell no one about the matter. Evidently, Jennie had been having some decidedly unconventional experience, and the less publicity given to all such passages in young ladies’ lives, the better for their prospects. It so happened that in the bustle attending the approach to the terminus and the prospective change of cars everybody was too busy to notice that any passengers were missing. At Ogden Mrs. Eustis left the train and went to a hotel. The following morning, a few minutes after the arrival of the Central Pacific train, Jennie Dwyer walked into her room, Lombard having stopped at the office to secure berths for the three to Omaha by the Union Pacific. After Jennie had given an outline account of her experiences, and Mrs.’ Eustis’s equilibrium had been measurably restored by proper use of the smelling-salts, the latter lady remarked, “And so Mr. Lombard was alone with you there all night? It’s very unfortunate that it should have happened so.”

“Why, I was thinking it very fortunate,” replied Jennie, with her most childlike expression. “If Mr. Lombard had not been there, I should either have frozen to death, or by this time been celebrating my honeymoon as bride of a Piute chief.”

“Nonsense, child! You know what I mean. People will talk; such unpleasant things will be said! I would n’t have had it happen for anything. And when you were under my charge, too! Do hand me my salts.”

“If people are going to say unpleasant things because I am out of an evening alone with Mr. Lombard,” remarked Jennie, with a mischievous smile, “you must prepare yourself to hear a good deal said, my dear, for I presume this won’t be the last time it will happen. We’re engaged to be married.”