"About the silk robbery?" inquired the engineer with interest.
"Yes."
"Something new?"
"Considerable, I think."
"You might find him in the depot offices. Run down and see. I'll attend to things here."
"Thanks, Mr. Griscom."
Ralph hurried away from the freight train. He wished to report about the discovery of the silk, and hunt up Zeph Dallas at once.
"I hardly believe the farmer boy a thief," mused Ralph, "but he must explain his possession of that silk."
The young fireman did not find Adair at the depot, and came back to the engine to discover Jim Evans lounging in the cab.
"Been helping Griscom out," grinned the man.
"Well, get out, now," growled Griscom. "Time to start up. There's the signal from the conductor. That man has been hanging around the engine ever since you left," the old engineer continued to Ralph, "and he is too good-natured to suit me."
"Nothing out of order," reported the youth, looking about the cab.
"Now, lad, for a run on time," said Griscom.
