showed in his face and manner the care and anxiety he was suffering.
"Can you suggest anything, Fairbanks?" continued Adair. "You know the district fairly well. What is your idea about these men?"
Ralph astonished his companions by suddenly arising to his feet and hurrying towards a boy who had just entered the depot and had taken up a pen and a telegraph pad on the counter outside the ticket office.
It was Van Sherwin, the old-time friend of Ralph, and pleasure at recognizing him had caused the young fireman to act on an impulse.
"Why, Van!" he cried, "I am glad to see you."
"Eh?" spoke the other. "Ralph! well, the gladness is mutual," and the pair shook hands cordially.
"What brought you here?" asked Ralph.
"Came down from headquarters in the timber on important business," replied Van. "Just sending a telegram."
"Why!" almost shouted Ralph, glancing at the blank upon which his friend had just written a name, "to Mr. Grant, to the president of the Great Northern!"
"Yes," answered Van. "Does that startle you?"
"It does. What are you wiring him for?"
