The old engineer peered keenly at the figure, quickly springing to the step of the engine.
"You, lad?" he cried heartily. "I"m glad of that. Where is the train?"
"About two miles further on beyond the trestle."
"And the pay car?"
"The robbers were in possession when I left them."
"Then they will get away with the safe!" cried the engineer excitedly.
"Hardly," observed Ralph, with a smile.
"Eh, lad, what do you mean?"
"What I say. Truth is, I saw what was coming. There was only one thing to do. There were tools in the car. I sawed a hole through the floor of the car, rolled the safe to it, and dumped it through. It went between two rotten ties, and lies in the swamp--safe."
With a shout of delight old John Griscom slapped his young a.s.sistant admiringly on the shoulder.
"Fairbanks," he cried, "you"re a jewel! Mate," to the fireman, "this is glad news."
"It is, indeed," said his companion. "I wouldn"t like the record of losing that safe. Can you locate the spot, Fairbanks?"
"It may take some trouble," answered Ralph. "The best thing to do is to get a wrecking car here; meantime, the trestle should be guarded."
They ran on and up to the spot where the stolen train was halted, but found the vicinity deserted. It seemed that whatever the robbers had guessed out as to the mystery of the safe, they did not consider there was any chance of recovering it.
The two men armed with rifles remained at the trestle, while the others took the stolen pay car back to Dover. Once there, Griscom kept the wires busy for a time. About daylight a wrecking crew was made up.
Ralph accompanied them to the scene of the attempted robbery.
He could fairly estimate the locality of the sunken safe, and some abrasions of the ties finally indicated the exact spot where the safe had gone through into the water below. It was grappled for, found, and before noon that day the pay car train arrived at Stanley Junction with the safe aboard.
Affairs at the terminal town were still in an unsettled condition. The presence of armed guards prevented wholesale attacks on the railroad property, but there were many a.s.saults on workmen at lonely spots, switches tampered with and shanty windows broken in.
Ralph reported to Tim Forgan and then went home. He went to sleep at once, awoke refreshed about the middle of the afternoon, and then told his mother all the occurrences of that day and the preceding one.
While Mrs. Fairbanks was pleased at the confidence reposed in her son by the railroad authorities, she was considerably worried at the constant turmoil and dangers of the present railroad situation. Ralph, however, a.s.sured her that he would take care of himself, and left the house trying to form some plan to follow out the instructions of the president of the Great Northern.
He could not go among the strikers, and without doing so, or sending a spy among them, it would be difficult to ascertain their motives and projects. Coming around a street corner, the young fireman halted abruptly.
A procession of strikers was coming down the street. They were a noisy, turbulent mob, cheered on by like rowdyish sympathizers lining the pavements.
"Why, impossible!" exclaimed Ralph, as he noticed by the side of Jim Evans, the leader of the crowd, his young friend, Zeph Dallas.
The latter seemed to share the excitement of the paraders. He acted as if he gloried in being a striker, and the familiar way Evans treated him indicated that the latter regarded him as a genuine, first-cla.s.s recruit.
Zeph caught Ralph"s eye and then looked quickly away. The young fireman was dreadfully disappointed in the farmer boy. He went at once to the roundhouse, where the foreman told him that Zeph had deserted the afternoon previous.
"I don"t understand it," said Forgan. "The lad seemed to hate the strikers for attacking him the other night. I suppose, though, it"s with him like a good many others--there"s lots of "relief money" being given out, and that"s the bait that catches them."
"I must manage to see Zeph," mused Ralph. "I declare, I can hardly believe he is really on their side. I wonder how near I dare venture to the headquarters of that mob."
The young fireman went to the vicinity of the hall occupied by the strikers, but he did not meet Zeph. Then Ralph proceeded to the business portion of Stanley Junction. He visited the bank and several other leading local business inst.i.tutions. He made a great many inquiries and he felt that he was on the edge of some important discoveries.
When he got home he found Zeph sitting on the porch, smiling as ever.
Ralph nodded seriously to him. Zeph grinned outright.
"What"s that kind of a welcome for, eh?" he demanded.
"Sorry to see you in the ranks of the strikers to-day, Zeph," observed Ralph.
"Ought to be glad."
"What?"
"I suppose a fellow is free to follow out his convictions, isn"t he?"
"Certainly."
"Well, I"m following out mine," declared Zeph--"the conviction that of all the mean rascals in this burg, Jim Evans is the meanest. See here, Fairbanks, have you lost your wits? Do you really for one minute suppose I sympathize with those fellows?"
"You seemed pretty close to Evans."
"Grand!" chuckled Zeph. "That"s just what I was working for. See here, I made up my mind that those fellows were up to more mischief than what they have already done. I concluded there was something under the surface of this pretended strike. I wanted to find out. I have."
Ralph looked very much interested now. He began to see the light.
"Go on, Zeph," he said.
"Well, I found out just what I suspected--some one is furnishing the strikers with money, and lots of it."
"Do you know who it is?"
"I don"t, but I do know one thing: every day Evans goes to the office of a certain lawyer in town here. They have a long consultation. Evans always comes away very much satisfied and with more money."
"What"s the lawyer"s name, Zeph?" inquired Ralph.
"Bartlett."
Just then they were called in to supper by Mrs. Fairbanks. Ralph was silent and thoughtful during most of the meal.
The young fireman had learned that afternoon that a stranger named Bartlett had been buying up all the stock of the railroad he could secure. The man was not in good repute at Stanley Junction. He had come there only the week previous, Ralph was told, and occupied a mean little room in the main office building of the town.
After supper Ralph strolled down town. He entered the building in question and ascended its stairs. He knew the occupants of most of the offices, and finally located a room which contained a light but had no sign on the door.
Footsteps ascending the stairs caused the young fireman to draw back into the shadow. A man came into view and knocked noisily at the closed door.
"Here I am, Bartlett," said the fellow, lurching about in an unsteady way.