Griscom, glancing keenly about. "Why should they follow you, Mr. Trevor?"
"That I cannot tell. Probably thought I looked prosperous, and were bent on waylaying me. Anyhow, they kept close to me down the tracks from the depot. Ready?"
"In precisely one minute. There is the Dover Accommodation now," announced the engineer, as a headlight came around a curve. "All right. We'll have to coal up at the limits. Then we will make you a comfortable seat, Mr. Trevor."
"Don't you give yourselves any concern about me," replied Trevor. "I am used to railroad life."
They coaled up at the limits, but did not stop for water, the tank being three-quarters full. Ralph made tests of air valve and water pump, shook down the furnace, and the locomotive quivered under high-steam pressure as they started on their special run.
A flagman shouted something at them as they passed a switch.
"What was he saying?" inquired Griscom.
"I couldn't hear him," said Ralph.
"Thought he pointed at the engine—at the cow-catcher," remarked Trevor.
"Everything all right there," assured Ralph, and in the brisk action of the hour the circumstance was forgotten.
