The steam train, with thick black smoke billowing from the engine, sped through the countryside. As we approached a tunnel the engine driver pulled a chain and set off a piercing whistle. The lazy cattle grazing in the field looked up startled, some stampeded away from the noise. We stopped for water at a whistle-stop. Another blast of the whistle that masked a shot from the train as the wounded guard toppled backwards. The great train robbery was under way. A horseman galloped along beside the train and retrieved a black bag, thrown from the train. The police moved in.
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