boy at her side, full of devotion to her, and making his way steadily to the front.
Ralph was called into the foreman's office almost as soon as he reached the roundhouse next morning.
Forgan looked serious and acted anxious.
"Sit down, Fairbanks," he directed, closing the door after his visitor. "We're in trouble here, and I guess you will have to lift us out of it."
"Can I, Mr. Forgan?" inquired Ralph.
"You can help, that's sure. Those brass fittings you found were stolen from the railroad company."
"I thought that. They had the Great Northern stamp on them."
"That isn't the worst of it. Some one has been systematically rifling the supply bins. I suppose you know that some of these pinions and valves are very nearly worth their weight in silver?"
"I know they must cost considerable, those of a special pattern," assented Ralph.
"They do. That little heap you brought in the bag represents something over fifty dollars to the company."
Ralph was surprised at this declaration.
"To an outsider they are not worth one-tenth that amount, because there is a penalty for selling
