This was rather a queer way of putting the case, thought Ralph, and the fellow blundered on.
"You see, Mr. Ames, that's the man who hired me, found out about my doings down here at Stanley Junction, and he has set me adrift."
"That is too bad," observed Ralph.
"No, it ain't, for I deserve better work," dissented Zeph. "They say you're dreadfully smart and everybody's friend, and I want you to help me get where I want to get."
"All right, I am willing to try to assist you."
"I don't know exactly which I had better do," proceeded Zeph—"become a chief of police or a railroad conductor. Of course, the man who speaks quickest and will pay the most money gets me."
Ralph concealed a smile, for Zeph was entirely in earnest.
"Well, you see," remarked the young fireman, "it is somewhat difficult to get just the position you want without some experience."
"Oh, that's all right," declared the farmer boy confidently. "I've thought it all out. I once watched a conductor go through a train. Why, it's no work at all. I could do it easily. And as to being a detective I've read lots of books on the subject, and I've even got some disguises I made up, in my satchel here."
