has passed, and the signal man. The switching crew will keep snug and cozy in Hank Allen's restaurant up at Dover till schedule time, and that isn't till nine o'clock."
"Well, keep a sharp lookout, all the same," directed Ike. "I worked up this deal, and I reckon I have a right to boss the job. Come, my friend," to the tramp holding the other crowbar. "Pry on that left wheel. I'll take the right. Soon as we get momentum, you two give us a shoulder. Push, till I say let go. Understand?"
Ralph was momentarily bewildered. The quartette were about to separate the last car from the train. Why?
Ike and his helper got their crowbars each under a wheel. They budged the car, and got it fairly started. Then they yelled to the other two, and, dropping the crowbars, joined them in pushing the car along by sheer shoulder strength.
Ralph stared after them in doubt and concern. Then as they took a switch with rusted rails, he clearly saw their object.
The wheels of the detached freight car, striking a sharp slant, ran away from the persons who had started it up.
They stood still, gazing after the runaway. It moved on with sharpening speed, took a curve, and was shut out from view.
