CHAPTER XXXI
Half a million dollars
"Name?"
"Fairbanks."
"Ah, I have heard of you. Towerman at Stanley Junction—first name Ralph?"
"Yes, sir."
"Wasn't it you who made that terrifically heroic run through the fire at the Acton freight yards with engineer John Griscom?"
"I was there, yes," admitted Ralph modestly.
"Thought so. Shake. Proud to know you, Mr. Fairbanks, and glad to see you are keeping your name clean and bright on the railroad roll of honor."
"Thank you."
Ralph sat in the room of the assistant superintendent at Dover, an hour after taking the special into safety. He had made a brief explanation to the towerman. The freights were sidetracked, a dozen watchmen guarded the cars, as many specials were sent back to South Dover to attempt the capture of the robbers.
