"This run has been late a good deal, and I don't want to get a bad name. When I ran the Daylight Express it was my pride and boast that we were always on time to the minute."
They made good time out of Stanley Junction to Afton. Ten miles beyond, however, there was a jolt, a slide and difficult progress on a bit of upgrade rails.
So serious was the difficulty that Griscom stopped the train and got out to investigate. He returned to the cab with a set, grim face.
"Grease," he reported; "some one has been tampering with the rails. Spite work, too."
There was fully an hour's delay, but a liberal application of sand to the rails helped them out. Five miles later on the locomotive began to puff and jerk. With full steam on, the engine did only half duty.
"Water gauge all right," said Ralph. "I don't understand it."
"I do," said Griscom, "and I can tell it in two words—Jim Evans."
"Why, what do you mean, Mr. Griscom?"
"He didn't come into the cab for nothing. Yes, we are victims of the old trick—soap in the water and the valves are clogged."
"What are we going to do about it?" inquired Ralph anxiously.
