CAR NO. 9176
"Burned out!" exclaimed Ralph, deeply concerned.
"Yes," nodded Joe, a trifle dolefully. "Labors of years in
ashes--Limpy Joe's Railroad Restaurant a thing of the past."
"How did it happen?"
"Spite work. Three nights ago, late in the evening, Ike Slump appeared
at the restaurant and demanded a free meal. I gave it to him. Then he
demanded some money, and I refused it. He became bold and ugly, and
told us how his crowd had it in for us, that they knew I had some hand
in helping you get that stolen plunder, and would fix us sooner or
later. He advised me to buy them off. I sent him away. Last night we
discovered the place on fire, and it was burned to the ground."
Ralph was deeply distressed over his friend's misfortune. The lame
fellow, however, was undaunted. He deplored his loss, but he was by
no means discouraged.
"Thankful to have the horse and wagon left," he said. "I can always
earn a living with that. Besides that, we saw Van Sherwin the other
day. He is getting on finely, and I think we could get work on the
Short Line Railroad. For the present, though, I am going to stay at
Stanley Junction. I have a dozen plans for getting a little money
together. Will you try us as boarders for a week or two, Ralph?"
"I answered that question a few minutes ago," reminded Mrs. Fairbanks,
"and if you two will sleep in the same room, you will cause no
inconvenience whatever."
"And you, Zeph?" said Ralph, turning to the farmer boy.
Zeph had been strangely silent. He appeared to be trying to look very
dignified and much absorbed in thought.
"Oh, me?" he said now. "Why, I'm already at work. Commence to-night.
Call boy at the roundhouse. Old one is with the strikers. Mr. Forgan
engaged me this afternoon."
"Why, that is fine," said Ralph. "A start in the right direction. Look
out for the strikers, though, Zeph."
"Don't fret about me," advised Zeph. "I'm a fighter when aroused.
See, here is my list to call in the morning," and he showed Ralph a
slip of paper containing about a dozen names.
Ralph read it over, and after a meal went out with Zeph and showed him
the location of the homes of those named in the list.
"This job is all right," said Zeph, as they returned to the house,
"but it is only a sort of side line with me."
"Indeed?" smiled Ralph, amused at the off-hand, yet self-important
manner of his companion.
"Oh, yes."
"How is that?"
"Simply want to get into the service so as to have the privilege of
riding around on engines when I want to. It sort of introduces me, you
see."
"What do you want to ride around on engines for?" asked Ralph. "You
can't afford to waste your time that way."
"Waste my time? waste my time?" repeated Zeph. "Huh, guess you don't
know what you're talking about! I'm on the trail of a big fortune."
"You don't say so."
"I do. Ralph Fairbanks, I'll let you into the secret. You've been a
good friend to me, and you shall help me."
"What ridiculous nonsense are you talking, Zeph?"
"You'll see whether it's nonsense or not when some day I walk in on
you with a fortune. Now, this is on the dead quiet, Fairbanks?"
"Oh, sure," laughed Ralph.
"Very well. I met a fellow the other day, who is a car finder."
"Mr. Drury, you mean?" asked Ralph.
"How did you know?" questioned Zeph in surprise.
"He told me he had met you, and agreed with me that you were a pretty
fair kind of a fellow."
"Did he?" said Zeph, very much pleased at the double compliment.
"Well, I got interested in his business and he finally gave me
a--a--well a job, you might call it."
"Salary big, Zeph?"
"No salary at all," responded Zeph. "It's a partnership deal. If I
find certain property, I am to have a big reward to divide with him."
"What kind of property?"
"Diamonds."
"Oh, going digging for them?"
"Don't make fun of me, Fairbanks," said Zeph in a slightly offended
tone. "This is a fair and square business proposition. About five
years ago a car was lost, presumably on the Great Northern. At least,
it can be traced no farther than the terminus of the Midland Central,
where it was switched onto this line here. There all trace of it was
lost."
"Valuable freight aboard?"
"No, on the contrary, it was empty, but, all the same, between sealed
boards and the rough ones a pocketbook containing a lot of valuable
diamonds was hidden."
"Who by?"
"A traveling jewelry salesman named Isaacs."
"What did he hide it there for?"
"He had to. You see, he was on another railroad line and crossing some
tracks when some footpads assaulted him. He managed to escape and got
into the empty car I told you about. Then he heard them coming to
search for him, and hid the diamonds in a break of the boards at one
side of the car."
"I see."
"They dragged him out, beat him into insensibility and stole all his
money. He woke up in a hospital a month later, after a siege of fever.
The first thing he thought of was the diamonds and the car. He had
taken particular pains to note the number of the car."
"What was it, may I ask?"
"Confidentially?"
"Of course."
"It belonged to the Southern Air Line Road, and its number was 9176."
"Why, you are telling a very interesting story," declared Ralph, now
really interested in the same. "He searched for the car, of course?"
"At once. He telegraphed everywhere; he advertised; he employed
detectives. It was no use. During the month of his illness, car No.
9176 had disappeared."
"That looks mysterious."
"The car finder says not at all. Such things happen frequently. But it
went somewhere, didn't it? It may be lying on some old siding, in some
creek after a wreck, stolen by gravel pit men, or in service still on
some line. One thing is sure, if in existence still, it must be on one
of four railroad lines, and the Great Northern is one of those
roads."
"What do you propose to do?" inquired Ralph.
"Go over every one of those lines carefully."
"But Mr. Drury has done that already, has he not?"
"What of it? A first search doesn't always bring results. He has given
me full details as to the car, and, according to the records, it was
lost on the Great Northern. In a day or two I am going to have a look
at the transfer records at Dover. Then I am going to look up the
trainmen who probably hauled the car. Oh, I have a theory and a plan.
If I find the car I shall be almost rich."
"Not a bad prospect, Zeph," said Ralph, "but if I were you I would
stick at regular work and make the search for that car a secondary
matter."
"You'll remember it and help me out if you can?" asked Zeph.
"Surely I will," and Ralph made a note of the number of the car in his
memorandum book.
When the young fireman arose the next morning, he found Zeph seated on
the front porch lounging back in an easy chair and his face all
bandaged up. Mrs. Fairbanks stood near by, regarding her guest
solicitously.
"Why, what is the matter, Zeph?" inquired Ralph in profound surprise.
"Whipped four men, that's all," answered Zeph with a smile that was
almost ghastly, for his lips were all cut and swollen up, one eye
disfigured and two teeth gone. "I went on my rounds this morning. I
made sure to wake up the fellows on call, and one of them threatened
to kill me if I ever came to his door again with that 'fog-horn
holler' of mine, as he called it. The night watch-man said he'd arrest
me for disturbing the peace. I didn't mind that. Then I ran across
four strikers. They wanted me to join them. I refused, and--that's
all, except that I'll bet they are worse off than I am, if it was four
to one."
"Going to keep right on at your job?" inquired Ralph.
"Am I?" cried the undaunted Zeph. "Well, if anything would make me it
would be this attack on me. Tell you, Fairbanks, hot times are coming.
Forgan was on duty all night, and he told me this morning to advise
you to be extra cautious in coming to work. The strikers are in an
ugly mood, and they are going to make a bold break to smash up things
to-day, they threaten."
"Yes," sighed Ralph, "affairs must come to a crisis sooner or later, I
fear. Duty is plain, though. I shall stick to Griscom, and Griscom
insists that he will stick to the road."
Mrs. Fairbanks looked anxious and frightened. Turning to enter the
house, the young fireman started violently and his mother and Zeph
uttered exclamations of excitement.
A terrific explosion had rent the air. Its echoes rang out far and
wide, and its source seemed to be the railroad depot.
"Oh, Ralph! what does that mean?" cried Mrs. Fairbanks.
"I fear," said Ralph seriously, "the strikers are rioting and the
trouble has begun."