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RALPH ON THE ENGINE
CHAPTER I
the night run
"Ralph Fairbanks."
"On hand, sir."
"You are to relieve Fireman Cooper on the Dover slow freight."
"All right, sir."
Ralph Fairbanks arose from the bench on which he was seated in the roundhouse at Stanley Junction.
Over a dozen men had been his companions for the past hour. There were engineers waiting for their runs, firemen resting after getting their locomotives in order, and "extras," who, like the young railroader himself, were so far on the substitute list only.
Ralph was glad of his appointment. This was his second month of service as a fireman. It had been by no means regular employment, and, as
