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Hoping it had at least killed many detectives, he started back down the road, confident that eventually the dae, whether it took minutes or hours Suddenly, he heard the sound of aup the road

His face lit darkly with a pleased smile The Van Dorns must have repaired the flat tire Kind of them Pistol in one hand, knife in the other, he quickly chose a spot where particularly deep ruts would force the car to slow

“IT’S A MIRACLE,” said Abbott

“A brief miracle,” Bell answered

A torrent of water as big around as an ox was blasting through the hole the assassin’s bo-and-boulder dam But the bomb Philip Dow had tried to kill thee, and the dam had held At least for the moment

Bell surveyed the da the da over the top, and jets of water were blasting like fire hoses through cracks in the face

Abbott said, “Dash, how’d you learn to shoot like that?”

“My ht me”

“Your mother-”

“She rode with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Shohen she was young”

Bell said, “You can tell your e Hopefully, that coal train will hold it … What’s the matter, Archie?”

Abbott looked suddenly alarmed “But that was Kincaid’s idea”

“What idea?”

“To stabilize the bridge with down pressure Kincaid said they did it once in Turkey Seemed to work”

“Kincaid has never done a thing in his life without purpose,” said Bell