"You see, I've got a sort of roaming commission," explained young Clark buoyantly, as he got comfortably seated on the fireman's cushion. "No particular use at school, and father wants me to learn railroading. The first step was to run down all the lines and pick up all the information I could. I've just got to put in two months at that, and then report to family headquarters my store of practical knowledge. See here."
Marvin Clark drew a blank from his pocket. Some thirty of its pages he showed to Ralph were filled with memoranda. Thus: "Aug. 22, cattle freight, Upton to Dover. O. K. Simpson, Conductor." There followed like items, all signed, forming a link of evidence that the boy had been a passenger on all kinds of rolling stock, had visited railroad shops, switch towers, water stations, in fact had inspected about every active department of several railroad lines that connected with the Middletown & Western Railroad.
"That is a pretty pleasant layout, I should say," remarked Ralph.
"Oh, so, so,' replied Clark indifferently. "Athletics is my stronghold. If I ever get money enough—I mean if I had my own way—I'd train for expert on everything from golf to football."
"I'm pretty strong in that direction myself,"
