they proceeded down the roadbed. "We have ten men and eight boys working for us."
"Eight boys—where did they come from?" inquired Ralph.
"An orphan asylum burned down and we engaged to care for them," replied Van.
"But what are they doing in those trees?"
"Stringing a telegraph wire. We expect within a month to have the telegraph through to Springfield, and later to Dover."
"Why, Van," said Ralph, "it seems incredible, the progress you have made."
"That five thousand dollars we made old Farrington pay Mrs. Gibson was a great help," replied Van. "We have quite a construction crew here now. I help Mrs. Gibson do the cooking, and we get on famously."
Mr. Grant was with his nephew for over an hour. Then Ralph was sent for, and Trevor welcomed him with a glad smile. The young man described how he had been taken to a lonely building in the woods, how he had escaped from his enemies, breaking his arm in a runaway flight, and telling Ralph that he intended to remain where he was for a month, to which his uncle had agreed.
"Confidentially, Fairbanks," he said, "I have taken a great interest in this Short Cut Railroad
