friends, and you shall have a hundred dollars between you."
"That isn't at all necessary"—began Griscom.
"I beg pardon, but in this case it is," broke in Trevor. "It's all arranged. Thanks. I will put on a rain coat, and if you will stow me in some corner of the tender I shall enjoy the run."
Forgan bustled about. Through the call boy of the roundhouse Ralph sent word to his mother of the extra trip. Then he worked like a beaver on the locomotive. Trevor watched him in a pleased and admiring way.
They ran the locomotive out on the turn table. Griscom consulted his watch, talked a few moments with Forgan, and said to Ralph:
"Tracks clear in twelve minutes, lad. Just time enough to get a bite at the nearest restaurant."
When they returned, Trevor stood near the engine glancing all around him in a very animated way.
"Looking for Forgan?" inquired the old engineer.
"Oh, no. I was wondering where a fellow disappeared to who was hanging around the tender a few minutes ago. He and a companion have been following me ever since I arrived."
"Then they have given up the job," observed
