twenty-five," he reflected. "By hustling I can catch it at Acton. I can tell more and do more personally in five minutes than I can in five hours by wiring."
Ralph reached Acton some minutes before the West train came in. He had some change in his pocket, paid his fare to the Junction, and went out on the rear platform as they neared the destination.
He left the train a mile from the depot, swinging off at a point that would enable him to reach the roundhouse foreman's house by a short cut.
Ralph found the place closed up. There was a light in one upper room, however, and he had only to knock twice when Forgan came to the door in his shirt-sleeves.
"Is it you, Fairbanks?" he said, in some surprise.
"Yes, sir, and—special!"
"Why, what have you been into?" exclaimed Forgan, catching a glimpse of Ralph's bedraggled form and disfigured head.
"I have been in a freight car for one thing, and in the river for another," said Ralph. "There is no time to lose. Mr. Forgan, if you want to get back those stolen fittings."
"You know where they are?"
"I know where they were at eight o'clock,"
