down the tracks towards the roundhouse. Then he shouted ferociously:
"Tell Evans to come, then—not a minute to lose!"
"Mr. Evans has gone for the doctor, for pa," answered the girl.
Griscom nearly had a fit. He flung his big arms around as if he wanted to smash something. He glanced at his watch, and slapped his hand on the lever with an angry yell.
"Can't go back for an extra!" Ralph heard him shout, "and what'll I do? Rot the road! I'll try it alone, but"
He gave the lever a jerk, the wheels started up. Ralph thought he understood the situation. He sprang to the step.
"Get out—no junketing here—life and death—Hello, Fairbanks!"
"Mr. Griscom," spoke Ralph, "what's the trouble?"
"Trouble—the shops at Acton are on fire, not a locomotive within ten miles, and all the transfer freight hemmed in."
Ralph felt a thrill of interest and excitement.
"Is that so?" he breathed. "I see—they need help?"
"I guess so, and quick. Out of the way!"
The old engineer hustled about the cab, set the
