Chapter 21: Bound for Nouveau Zion
The professor and the rifleman had found themselves on the morning ferry to Oakland, followed by the train to Sacramento. Although they had a few options, the two men had chosen that route out of San Francisco. They had speculated during the travel as to what manner of escape their other pardners had chosen. But neither the Texan nor the Easterner could be sure that the others had even stayed together, let alone which direction they had fled.
After the night of battle with the Tongs, all of the men had returned to their apartment, drained. They needed rest, they needed their belongings. They got none of the former; fortunately they got most of the latter before the boo how doy had arrived. The supply of the black-robed highbinders seemed endless. Despite their lingering wounds and fatigue, the men managed to secure their belongings, and spilt up before the highbinders could pin them down in the apartment. Thanks to the professor for arguing the need for a lookout, as Cole Trayne had spotted the hatchet-men advancing from his perch at the apartment window overlooking the alley.
Now, the two pards breathe deeply as the locomotive's breaks grind against the rails, bringing all of its cars to a halt at Sacramento station. Both Jacob and Earnest felt confident that none of the boo how doy had followed them on the ferry or the train. Probably, the Tongs were satisfied to be rid of heroes who had dared to disrupt their business. Across the bay, perhaps, the same as across the ocean.
The train empties, with Richardsen and Ringgenberg among those disembarking, as the railway attendants clear all the passenger cars at the termination point of this passage.
It is a cool April noon in the vast rail yard. The railway office, the saloon, the hotel, the street merchants . . . all abuzz.
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