THE SHORT LINE RAILWAY
Ralph attracted a good deal of attention when he arrived at Dover, and fully realized the honor of being treated as a companion by the president of the great railroad of which he was an employe. Mr. Grant was pleasant and friendly. He learned Ralph’s story, and discussed railroad experience in a way that was enlightening and encouraging to the young fireman.
“About these kidnappers,” he said, “I will never give them a dollar, but I will spend all I have to rescue my nephew. It is needless to say that you shall be richly rewarded if you assist me successfully.”
“I will do my best, sir,” pledged Ralph.
At Dover they were met by Adair. They went into the depot and sat down on a bench in a remote corner.
“I have not discovered the kidnappers nor the faintest clew to them, Mr. Grant,” said Adair.
The railroad president sighed deeply. He 98 showed in his face and manner the care and anxiety he was suffering.
“Can you suggest anything, Fairbanks?” continued Adair. “You know the district fairly well. What is your idea about these men?”
Ralph astonished his companions by suddenly arising to his feet and hurrying towards a boy who had just entered the depot and had taken up a pen and a telegraph pad on the counter outside the ticket office.
It was Van Sherwin, the old-time friend of Ralph, and pleasure at recognizing him had caused the young fireman to act on an impulse.