“You pilot the way, then, Zeph. Go with caution if you find any traces of the men, for I am sure that at least two of the party know me.”
For three hours they made a tour of the district, taking in nearly four miles to the south. The swamp lands they could not traverse. Finally they came out of the woods almost directly on a town.
“Why,” said Ralph in some surprise, “here is Millville, the next station to Brocton.”
“That’s so,” nodded Zeph. “I hardly think those fellows are in the woods. We have made a pretty thorough search.” 49
“There’s the swamp and the high cliffs we haven’t visited,” said Ralph. “I suppose you are hungry?”
“Moderately,” answered Zeph.
“Then we will go and have something to eat. I have a friend just on the edge of Millville, who keeps a very unique restaurant.”
Ralph smiled pleasantly, for the restaurant in question was quite a feature with railroad men.
Two lines of railroad crossed at Millville, a great deal of switching was done outside of the town, and there was a shanty there to shelter the men.
A little off from the junction was a very queer-looking house, if it could be called such. Its main structure was an old freight car, to which there had been additions made from time to time. Across its front was a sign reading, “Limpy Joe’s Railroad Restaurant.”