CHAPTER XXIV JED HOPKINS, PHNIX

For an instant, Allan stared stupidly at those red tongues of flame, licking merrily about the door-then, in a flash, he understood, and his pulses seemed to stop. The robbers had set fire to the station! It was in this way they proposed to get rid of the evidences of a crime far more serious than robbery. And thus, too, they hoped to get rid of th