"No, no, Van!" demurred Ralph. "You've done nobly, old fellow. Let them go, they've had their medicine. Carry this for me," and Ralph thrust his dinner pail into Van's hand, more to divert his attention than anything else.
"They've left something behind, it seems." Ralph picked up the bag he had seen used as a missile. Its weight aroused his curiosity, he peered into the bag.
"I see!" he murmured gravely to himself.
In the bottom of the bag was about thirty pounds of brass fittings. Ralph had seen bin after bin of their counterparts in the supply sheds near the roundhouse, and never in any quantity anywhere else.
These, like those, were stamped, and bore the impress that they were railroad property.
"You can come with me, Van," said Ralph, and turned back in the direction of the roundhouse.
The foreman was just leaving the office, Ralph dropped the bag inside the room.
"What's that, Fairbanks?" inquired Forgan, as he heard the stuff jangle.
"It's some brass fittings," explained Ralph. "I am sure they belong to the company. I found them in the hands of a gang of hoodlums, and of course they were stolen."
