closer inspection of the man. This aroused the sleeper. He moved, opened his eyes suddenly, saw Ralph, and with a frightful yell sprang up.
"I've got you!" he said, seizing Ralph. "After me, are you? Hold still, or I'll throttle you. How near are the people who sent you on my trail?"
"I won't risk that," shouted the man wildly.
In a twinkling he had slipped the handcuffs over Ralph's wrists. The latter was a prisoner so strangely that he was more curious than alarmed.
"Going to stop, are they?" pursued the man, as there was some whistling ahead. "Mind you, now, get off when I do. Don't try to call, and don't try to run away, or I'll kill you."
The train stopped and Ralph's companion pulled back the door. He got out, forcing Ralph with him, and proceeded directly into the timber lining the railroad, never pausing till he had reached a desolate spot near a shallow creek. Then the man ordered a halt. He sat down on the ground and forced his captive to follow his example.
"Who are you?" he demanded roughly.
"I am Ralph Fairbanks, a fireman on the Great Northern Railroad," promptly explained the young fireman.
"Do you know me?"
"I infer from these handcuffs and your under
