Ralph was surprised at this declaration.
"To an outsider they are not worth one-tenth that amount, because there is a penalty for selling them, even as junk, and the only people who handle them are stolen-goods receivers, who melt them down. Well, Fairbanks, I started an investigation in the supply department last evening. The result is astonishing."
The foreman"s grave manner indicated that he had some pretty sensational disclosures in reserve.
"We find," continued Forgan, "that there has been cunning, systematic thievery; some one entirely familiar with the supply sheds and their system has removed a large amount of plunder, probably a little at a time. They, or he, whoever it is, did not excite suspicions by taking the fittings from the bins, but tapped the reserve boxes and kegs in the storeroom. We estimate that nearly two thousand dollars" worth of stuff has been stolen."
Ralph was astonished at this statement.
"That means trouble for me," announced the foreman, "unless I can remedy it. I am supposed to employ reliable men, and safeguard the goods in their charge. The railroad company doesn"t stop to find excuses for shortages, they simply discharge a man who is not smart enough to protect his own and the company"s interests."
"I understand," murmured Ralph.
"A new inventory is due next month. I must recover that stolen plunder--at least discover the thieves--to square myself before then,"
announced Forgan. "We can"t afford to dodge any corners, Fairbanks, and I want you to be clear and open with me. I believe that young rascal, Ike Slump, had a hand in the robbery, and I further believe that you know it to be a fact."
"I do not positively know it, Mr. Forgan," said Ralph.
"But you suspect it, eh? Don"t shield a rogue, Fairbanks. It isn"t fair to me and it isn"t fair to the company. Ike"s father told me this morning you promised to try and find his son for him. I think you are shrewd enough to do it. All right--at the same time keep in mind my interest in the affair, and try and get a clew from Ike Slump as to those stolen fittings. You can call the day off--I"ll pay your time out of my own pocket."
Ralph understood what was expected of him. He received the suggestions of his superior without further questioning, as if they comprised a regular order, went to his locker, and in a few minutes was ready for the street.
He did not know where to find Ike Slump, but he was thoroughly acquainted with the town, which had its rough quarters, like all other railroad centers.
Extending from the depot along the tracks for half a mile were small hotels, workingmen"s boarding houses, second-hand stores, restaurants saloons, and all kinds of little business places.
They comprised a nest where most of the drinking and all of the crime of the place occurred. It was not a desirable quarter, but Ralph realized that within its precincts he was likely to locate Ike Slump, if at all in Stanley Junction.
Ralph put in an hour strolling in the vicinity. He kept a keen eye out for those of Ike"s chosen chums whom he knew. He did not believe that Ike was likely to show himself much in the day-time. His father had been unable to find him, and Ike probably had some safe hide-out, and pickets on the lookout, besides.
About eleven o"clock, coming down the tracks near the scene of the battle royal, Ralph discovered half a dozen boys in the rear yard of a blacksmith shop.
Various vehicles, sheds and general yard litter enabled Ralph to approach them un.o.bserved. He fancied that at least two of the crowd had been mixed up in the fracas which Van"s valiant onslaught had terminated, for one had a swollen nose and another a black eye.
Ralph suddenly appeared before the crowd, engrossed in their game. They rose up, startled. Then he was apparently recognized, for a quick murmur went the rounds, and they quickly hunched together with lowering brows and suspicious looks.
"I want to have a word with you fellows," said Ralph bluntly.
They were six to one, and here was a golden opportunity to avenge the ignominious defeat they had sustained. Ralph"s off-hand bearing, however, his clear eye and manly tones, impressed them, and perhaps, too, they had a wholesome fear that his giant-fisted champion, Van, might be lurking in the vicinity.
No one spoke, and Ralph resumed.
"See here, boys, this is business. I want to find Ike Slump, and it"s for his own good. He"s likely to get into trouble if he doesn"t see his father very soon, and it will be the police, not me, next visit. His mother"s sick, boys, sick abed, and heart-broken over his absence. Come, fellows, tell me where he is."
"You"re pretty fresh!" spoke out one of the crowd. "What are you after?
a bluff, or a give-away?"
"If you mean I am misrepresenting Ike"s danger, or that I have any unfriendly feeling towards him," said Ralph, "you are entirely wrong.
I"m trying to help him, for the sake of his poor mother and others--not hurt him."
Two or three heads went close together. There was a brief undertoned conference.
"We don"t bite," finally announced the spokesman of the crowd. "We"ll take your message to Ike. If he wants to find you, he knows how."
"All right," said Ralph, moving away--"only he may wait too long. I"ll give you a quarter to put me in touch with him for two minutes."
No one responded to the offer. A little dirty-faced urchin, who looked unhappy and out of place with that motley crew, looked longingly at Ralph. No one called him back as he moved slowly away.
Ralph left the place, and had gone about two hundred yards down the track along a high fence, when he heard a thin, piping voice call out:
"Hold on, mister, back up--I want to tell you something!"
CHAPTER XX--THE HIDE-OUT
"Where are you?" Ralph inquired, somewhat mystified.
"Here I am--the wiggling stick. I"m behind it."
"Oh! I see!" said Ralph--"and who are you?"
"Me? Oh, n.o.body in particular."
Ralph now discovered that his challenger was on the other side of the close board fence, and through a crack was moving a thin splinter of wood up and down to indicate his exact location. Ralph came up to the spot.
"What do you want?" he inquired.
"That quarter, mister--you know, back there with the gang, I heard you.
Well, here I am. Pa.s.s through the coin, will you?"
Ralph got a dim focus through the crack, and surmised that the speaker was the dirty-faced little fellow who had looked at him so longingly when he offered the money.
"You know where Ike Slump is?" asked Ralph.
"No, I don"t, mister."
"Well, then?"
"But I can put you on."
"On to what?"
"Where he goes every night--where you"re sure to find him after dark."
"Well, tell me."