“I wonder what there is in the package?” mused Ralph, when he again reached the cottage. “I had better open it and find out.”
The young fireman was quite startled as he untied the parcel and glanced at its contents. The package contained two bolts of silk, and the tags on them bore the name of the firm which, Ralph had learned at Dover, had shipped the goods stolen from the slow freight two nights previous.
CHAPTER IV
AN OLD-TIME ENEMY
“New engine, lad?”
“Not at all, Mr. Griscom, as you well know,” answered Ralph.
The veteran engineer chuckled, but he continued looking over the locomotive with admiring eyes.