Ralph on the Engine: or, The Young Fireman of the Limited Mail

“Some time during the past three hours. I was on a visit to a sick neighbor, and returned to discover the rear door open. I went inside, and all the papers in the cabinet and some money we had there were gone.”

“The papers?” exclaimed Ralph.

“Yes, every document concerning our claim against Gasper Farrington is missing.”

“But what of Earl Danvers?” inquired Ralph. “Was he away from home?”

“He was when I left, but he must have returned during my absence.”

“How do you know that?” asked Ralph.

“The cap he wore when he went away I found near the cabinet.”

Ralph looked serious and troubled.

“I hope we have not been mistaken in believing Earl to be an honest boy,” he said, and his mother only sighed.

Then Ralph began investigating. The rear door, he found, had been forced open. All the rooms and closets had been ransacked.

“This is pretty serious, mother,” he remarked.

Earl Danvers did not return that day. This troubled and puzzled Ralph. He could not believe the boy to be an accomplice of Farrington, nor could he believe that he was the thief.

Next morning Ralph reported the loss to the town marshal. When he went down the road, he threw off a note where the men were working on the Short Line Route at its junction with the Great Northern. It was directed to Zeph Dallas, and in the note Ralph asked his friend to look up the two uncles of Earl Danvers and learn all he could about the latter.

It was two nights later when Mrs. Fairbanks announced to Ralph quite an important discovery. In cleaning house she had noticed some words penciled on the wall near the cabinet. They comprised a mere scrawl, as if written under difficulty, and ran:

“Earl prisoner. Two boys stealing things in house. Get the old coat I wore.”

“Why, what can this mean?” said Ralph. “Earl certainly wrote this. A prisoner? two boys? the thieves? Get the old coat? He means the one he wore when he came here. What can that have to do with this business? Mother, where is the coat?”

“Why, Ralph,” replied Mrs. Fairbanks, “I sold it to a rag man last week.”

CHAPTER XXVIII

THE FREIGHT THIEVES

Two days later Zeph Dallas came to Stanley Junction to purchase some supplies for Mr. Gibson’s construction camp. In the evening he called at the Fairbanks home. The farmer boy had located the relatives of Earl Danvers, and his report verified the story of the latter, who had disappeared from home, and, according to his uncles, his whereabouts was unknown to them.

Ralph related the story of the burglary, and Zeph was at once interested. He believed that some mystery of importance was attached to the old coat. When he had gone away Ralph got to thinking this over.

“Mother,” he asked, “do you know the man to whom you sold that old coat?”

“Why, yes,” replied Mrs. Fairbanks. “He is the man who goes around with an old wagon visiting the different country towns in this district in turn.”

Ralph made some inquiries, and ascertained that the peddler in question made his headquarters at Dover. He resolved upon opportunity to visit the man at a near date, although it was probable that the coat with the rags sold with it had been sent to some mill. A few days later Zeph came again to Stanley Junction and Ralph told him about the peddler.

For a time after this, affairs ran on smoothly for the Limited Mail and her experienced crew, and Ralph had settled down to a quiet enjoyment of congenial employment when there occurred a break in the routine that once more placed him in a position of peril.

One day as he returned from the city run, the roundhouse foreman informed him that he was to report at the office of the master mechanic. Ralph did not go home, but went at once to answer the summons.

The master mechanic was his good friend and received him with his usual cordiality.

“Fairbanks,” he said, “you are pretty well known to the officers of the road, and favorably, too, I suppose you know that.”

“It is a pleasure to have you say so,” answered the young fireman.

“They seem especially to value your ability in running down crookedness and ferreting out criminals,” pursued the master mechanic. “The superintendent wired me today to have one road detective start out on a certain case. I wired back that Mr. Adair was engaged in a special case in the city. The return was to relieve you of regular duty and have you report at Afton this afternoon.”

Ralph nodded to indicate that he understood, but he said:

“I do not like these interruptions to routine duty, but I suppose the company knows where it most needs a fellow.”

Ralph went down the road shortly after noon. He reached Afton and reported at once to the assistant superintendent.

“I have ordered a substitute fireman on the Mail for a week, Fairbanks,” said that official. “I think we shall engage your services for that length of time.”

“Is it some particular case, sir?” asked Ralph.

“A very important case, yes. We seem to have got rid of incompetent employes and strikers, thanks to you and others who stood by the company in time of trouble. There is one thing, however, that is bothering us. It bothers every road more or less, but we won’t have it.”

Ralph waited for a further explanation.

“Freight thieves, Fairbanks,” continued the official. “Some gang is regularly stealing from the road. When, where and how it is done we have been unable to ascertain. A train will leave the city or the Junction, arrive at terminus, and some valuable package will be missing. The car seals will be all right, no one seems to have entered the car, and yet the pilfering goes on. Will you help us run down the thieves?”

“I will try,” answered Ralph. “What trains seem to suffer most?”

“Always the night freights,” replied the assistant superintendent. “Now, take your time, spare no expense, and go to work on this problem in your usual effective way.”

Ralph devoted the remainder of the day to going up and down the road and familiarizing himself with the various freight trains and their schedules.

Just after dark he clambered into the cab of the night freight leaving the city. It was a dark, sleety night, for cold weather had just set in.

The engineer was a tried and trusty veteran in the service. Ralph felt that he understood him, and that he must trust him to a degree in order to facilitate his own programme. He waited till the fireman was busy outside on the engine, then he spoke to the old engineer.

“Mr. Barton, I am on special duty here tonight.”

“That so, lad?” inquired the engineer.

“Yes, I suppose you know there is a good deal of missing freight in these night runs.”

“I heard so,” answered Barton, “but you see that is the business of the conductor, so I haven’t much troubled myself about it.”

“Still, you don’t care to have these things occur in your runs.”

“Should say not! Working on the case, Fairbanks?”

“Frankly, yes, Mr. Barton, and I want you to keep it quiet, but assist me when you can. I will be all over the train and the car tops to-night, and wanted to explain why to you.”