rod. Reaching out, he caught the man by the coat collar and pulled him back flat across the cab floor where he had just lain.
"You lie still, or I shall use harsh measures," declared Ralph, springing upon his captive and menacing him with the rod. "Hold up your hands, folded, and let me tie you."
"Well, I guess not!"
"Yes, you shall!" cried Ralph.
In a second the situation changed. The man was much stronger than his opponent. He managed to throw Ralph off, and got to his knees. The young fireman decided, as the fellow reached for a weapon, to strike out with the iron rod. It landed heavily on the man's temple, and he fell back senseless on the coal of the tender with a groan.
Ralph securely tied his captive. Then he reversed the lever and opened the throttle. In a minute he was speeding back over the spur the way the locomotive had come four hours previous.
"We have one of the kidnappers, at least," he said with satisfaction. "Ah, there is some one at the bridge," he added, as he ran down the main tracks.
Signals of danger were set on both sides of the creek, and Ralph could make out men in the distance moving about. He was soon on the scene.
