say, I have spent a whole month tracing down two strays alone."
"That so?" said Griscom.
"Yes, it is true. You see, cars get on a line shy of them, and they keep them purposely. Then, again, cars are lost in wrecks, burned up, or thrown on a siding and neglected. You would be surprised to know how many cars disappear and are never heard of again."
This was a new phase in railroad life to Ralph, and he was greatly interested. He plied the man with questions, and gained a good deal of information from him.
"Switch off here, Fairbanks," ordered Griscom, as they neared a siding.
"Is your name Fairbanks?" asked the carfinder of Ralph.
"It is."
"Heard of you," said Drury, glancing keenly at the young fireman. "It was down at Millville, last week. They seem to think a good deal of you, the railroad men there."
"I hope I deserve it," said Ralph modestly.
"Took a meal at a restaurant kept by a friend of yours," continued the carfinder.
"You mean Limpy Joe?"
"Exactly. Original little fellow—spry, handy
