"He said nothing about our taking it. He settled for what damage the railroad did to the biplane. We went to get our property and found it gone. Nobody had a right to touch it, excepting to take it from the tracks."
"Huh!" grumbled the section boss, and shot into the shanty, banging the door behind him. Dick heard him shout something into the telephone, and quite a lengthy conversation ensued.
In the meanwhile Stanley had gone off for a policeman and presently came back with a bluecoat who did duty in the streets beyond the railroad yards.
"Well, what have you got to say about it?" demanded Dick, when the section bass came from the shanty and while Stanley and the policeman were approaching. "Do we get our property or not?"
"It's yours," returned the railroad man, and his voice was much milder than before. "They had no right to give me the orders they did."
"What about taking it back?" went on Dick.
"I've got orders to take it to any place where you want it," answered the section boss, and he looked anything but happy as he made the confession.
"Then you can run it down to Ashton," answered Dick. "Will you do it right away?"
"I guess so—I'll see," was the answer.
"What do you want me for?" asked the policeman, as he came up.