“And then?”

“Get aloft and cut out.”

Mason started and looked serious.

“See here, Grizzly,” he objected.

“Did you think I sent for you at twenty dollars a night for fun?”

“No, but----”

“It’s this serious: It’s a wreck, and a bad one, but if it goes through it’s a thousand dollars apiece for us.”

[CHAPTER XIII—“HOLD THE LIMITED MAIL!”]

Ralph pressed closer to his loophole of observation at the amazing announcement of Grizzly, the traitorous train dispatcher.

“A wreck, you say?” observed Mason, in a dubious and faint-hearted tone of voice.