The bandit Pushed on that, of course—causing the sphere to leap backward to the side. Wax kept a firm hold on the cord, wrapping it with a yank around the bandit’s leg.
 The bandit stared down in confusion.
 Wax Pushed, shoving the sphere into a batch of trees, engaging its hooks. “I believe this is your stop.”
 The large man suddenly flew off the train, yanked by the cord—which was now hooked to a tree. Wax picked up his gunbelt and advanced on the larger group of bandits, wind whipping around him on the rooftop