“Yes, sir.”
“It was you who flagged Number Two last night?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me about it.”
Jim told the story as briefly as he could. Allan came in before he had finished.
“Now let’s hear your story,” added the superintendent, turning to Allan, and the latter related his share in the adventure.
“There’s only one thing I don’t understand,” said the superintendent, when Allan had finished, turning back to Jim, “and that is how you came to have that fusee.”
Jim reddened.
“I found it, sir,” he explained. “You remember when the caboose of Number Ninety-seven was derailed about a month ago, near the bridges, and rolled down the bank and was smashed to pieces?”