CHAPTER XIV
A RAILROAD STRIKE
"It's a bad outlook, lad," said old John Griscom.
The veteran engineer was serious and anxious as he pronounced the words. He and Ralph were proceeding down the tracks beyond the roundhouse, just returned from their regular run from the city.
"It's a strike, is it?" inquired Ralph.
"Worse than a strike," replied Griscom. "The railroad men's union is in a squabble among themselves and a fight is on. That means trouble and damage all around."
It was two weeks after the kidnapping of young Trevor, and affairs had subsided to regular routine for the engineer and fireman of the Limited Mail. The president of the Great Northern had sent a check for one hundred dollars to Ralph, which he divided with Griscom, both making up twenty-five dollars for Van Sherwin. From the actions of their superiors they knew that their
