CHAPTER IX
CALCUTTA TOM
Ralph walked in the direction of the switch tower.
He noticed that all the tracks seemed unusually inactive, even for the noon hour. The main rails were perfectly clear, and a good many locomotives were on the sidings.
Glancing up at the switch tower, Ralph was a good deal surprised to notice that it was entirely unoccupied.
This was startling. Ralph had never known that post of the service to be untenanted at any hour of the day or night.
Then he noticed on the out main rails near the tower a handcar. A trackman stood with his hands on the pumping bar. One foot on the car, his watch in his hand, old Jack Knight was looking impatient and excited.
"Hustle, Fairbanks!" he shouted, and Ralph came up on a sharp run. "Here," spoke Knight, extending a slip of paper to Ralph. "Get down to the depot master, double-quick. Then hustle
