Two men climbed into the baggage car and were met by Ferd and his two revolvers aimed at their heads. 

“If you want to live, get out of this car.”

“Weren’t you on the gold train that got away?” asked one of the men.

“Yeah, you were the guy in the locomotive that passed us by,” said the other man.  “What are you, some kind of a phantom?  Only ghosts and angels can travel that fast and I ain’t seen no angels packing six-guns.”

“Yeah, I’m a phantom.  Get out of here or else I’ll haunt you for the rest of your miserable lives.”

A man outside the car asked, “Anything wrong in there?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” proclaimed Ferd.  The men jumped out of the car and Ferd opened fire on the gunmen.  Four of them were dropped where they stood and two others were shot as they ran and fired back at Ferd.  The rest of the gang scambled onto the wagons and took off. 

After the passenger cars of the silver train were hooked back up and the passenger cars of the gold train were pushed onto a siding, the passengers in the gold train were awaking and had to board the middle train for the rest of their trip. 

The trains got to their destinations without incident.  The gold train was waiting for the silver train just inside the Kansas border and combined the baggage cars so that it would be carrying both the gold and silver coins.  With Ferd as the security man, there was no fear that the coins would be stolen.   Another locomotive and coal car were attached to the main locomotive in Hays so that there would be less strain pulling the heavy load. 

Before that, a man in San Francisco received a phone call.

“How did it go?” he asked. 

“It didn’t.  Some man stopped both robberies from taking place.”

“He what?”

“He stopped us on both trains.  It was as if he were a phantom that was on one train and poof, he was on the other.”

“You used my gas, didn’t you?”

“Frank said he used it in the car the man was sitting in.  But it didn’t stop him.  Then he somehow appeared in the baggage car and stopped the robbery.  He ain’t natural.  He has to be a phantom.”

“I’ll make sure the next time I have some competent men working for me.  Since you came up empty, that’s how you’ll be left; empty.  I won’t inform on you to the authorities because I might be stuck with you in the future.”

“I’m sorry, boss.  Won’t you give us nothing for at least trying?”

“Trying would have produced at least a few chests of gold and silver.  But since you failed, you don’t deserve anything from me.  Good-bye.”

The man placed the phone on the table and grumbled as he walked back to his study.  It looked like being a criminal mastermind would be a little bit tougher with the Phantom riding the rails.