Summary

Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens Jack Wright and His Electric Stage…

Fortune seemed to favor them.
The first person they saw standing on the platform waiting for the train, was Frank James.
Jack lightly stepped up behind him.
Grasping both of his arms, he exclaimed:
"Frank James, you are my prisoner!"
A startled cry burst from the outlaw's lips, and he made an effort to tear himself free and reach his pistols.
But the iron grip of the young inventor was not to be shaken off so easily, and the wiry bandit found himself as helpless as an infant in the hands of Jack.
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Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens Jack Wright and His Electric Stage…

The moment the rest glanced up at him and saw it, they knew something out of the ordinary had happened.
"What's the matter, Jesse?" demanded Jim Cummins.
"You look as if you'd seen a ghost!" laughed Frank, jocularly.
"What sent you out on the rear platform!" asked Wood Hite.
"Timberlake is after us," said Jesse, with a steely glitter in his eyes.
"Thunder!" roared Clell Miller.
With one accord the quartet pulled revolvers from their pockets, bounded to their feet and sprang into the aisle.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens Jack Wright and His Electric Stage…

Frank James and his horse had alighted in it without the slightest injury, and Jack saw the beast swim ashore and wade out.
They had been swept some distance down the stream by the fierce current, and had got out near a wide opening in the rocks on the side opposite Jack.
"Stop where you are!" shouted Jack.
The drenched fugitive looked at him and laughed ironically.
Then he dashed ahead, for Jack had drawn a pistol, and was aiming it at him.
Just as the horse leaped into the opening in the rocks, the young inventor fired at the bandit.
Source: Gutenberg

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