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

“Fairbanks, freight fireman, detailed for special work in another department.”

“It’s all right,” said Ralph to himself, as he started homewards. “Now to trace down Ike Slump and the other train robbers.”

CHAPTER VI

ZEPH

The young fireman reported at the roundhouse early in the morning, showing the telegram to Jim Forgan, but not until the foreman had got out of sight and hearing of the other men in the place.

“H’m!” commented Forgan laconically, “I don’t like this.”

“Indeed, Mr. Forgan?” smiled Ralph.

“I don’t, and that’s the truth of it – for two reasons.”

“What are they, Mr. Forgan?”

“First, it interrupts a regular run for you.”

“But I may not be away two days.”

“Next, it gives that Jim Evans a chance to take your place, and I don’t trust the man.”

“Neither do I,” said Ralph pointedly, “and I may have something important to tell you about him when I return.”

Ralph found Zeph industriously chopping kindling wood when he got back home again. The young fireman went into the house, explained his new employment to his mother, and then called to Zeph.

“You wanted some work, Zeph,” he said to the farmer boy.

“Sure, I do,” cried Zeph with unction.

“Very well, I think I am authorized to offer you a dollar a day.”

“Steady job?” inquired Zeph eagerly.

“No, it may not last, but it is in the railroad service, and may lead to your further employment.”

“Good,” commented Zeph. “What do they want me to do – engineer?”

“Scarcely, Zeph,” said Ralph, smiling. “I simply want you to take me back to the Ames farm and direct me about the locality.”

Zeph looked disappointed.

“Why, what’s that kind of work got to do with railroading?” he said.

“You shall know later.”

“All right. You’re too smart to make any mistakes and too friendly to do anything but good for me, so I’m your man.”

“Very well. First, then, tell me the location of the Ames farm.”

Zeph did this, and Ralph ascertained that it was about five miles west of Brocton.

Ralph secured some money, and in an hour he and Zeph stepped aboard the cab of a locomotive attached to a load of empties due to run down the line in a few minutes.

They reached Brocton about noon. Ralph proceeded down the tracks towards the railroad cut which had been the scene of the landslide.

He turned off at the wagon road and soon, with his companion, was started westward in the direction of the Ames farm.

“Zeph,” he said, “did you hear anything of a train robbery here the other night?”

No, Zeph had not heard of it. Then Ralph questioned him closely as to the night Ames had loaned his wagon to strangers and gained a few more particulars relating to the silk robbers.

“There is the Ames farm,” reported Zeph at last.

Ralph had already planned out what he would do, and proceeded to instruct his assistant as to his share in the affair.

“Zeph,” he said, “I do not wish to be seen by Ames, nor must he know that you came here with a stranger.”

“Am I to see him?”

“Yes,” answered Ralph, taking a package from under his coat.

“Why, that’s the package I lost!” cried Zeph.

“The same.”

“And you had it all the time?”

“I did, Zeph, yes. No mystery about it – I simply don’t care to explain to you anything about it till a little later on.”

“All right.”

“I want you to take it and go up to the farmhouse. I will keep out of sight. You go to Ames and tell him it was returned to you, and you want to give it back to the person it belongs to with a message.”

“Whose message?”

“Nobody’s,” answered Ralph, “but you need not say that.”

“What shall I say, then?”

“Tell him you want to advise the person who sent the parcel that it isn’t safe to send such goods to any one at the present time.”

“Very well,” said Zeph. “Suppose Ames tells me where to find the fellow who sent the package?”

“Come back and report to me.”

Zeph started for the farmhouse. Ralph watched him enter it, the package in his hand. He came out in a very few minutes without the parcel.