Ralph tried to view things calmly, but he was considerably worried. He was somewhat encouraged, however, a little later, as he noticed that along the dry land lining the swampy cut-off there were signs of a rough wagon road.
"All I can do now is to watch and wait," he declared. "I guess I will take a look over the contents of those satchels."
Once started at the task, Ralph became greatly interested. He was amazed at what the documents before him revealed of the plans and villainies of old Gasper Farrington. There was evidence enough, indeed, as Slump had said, to send the village magnate to the penitentiary.
"This information will be of great value to the railroad people," said Ralph. "It would enable them to at once break the strike."
"Whoa!"
Ralph gave utterance to a cry of delight and surprise. He ran to the little window of the scow. Not fifty feet away was a horse and wagon. Its driver had shouted out the word to halt. Now he dismounted and was arranging a part of the harness where it had come loose.
"Hello, there! Joe! Joe! hurry this way!" fairly shouted Ralph.
"Hi, who's that, where are you?" demanded the person hailed
