“I’m at work for Major Toppleton. If he asks me any questions, I shall tell him the truth.”
“Oh, come now!”
“But I don’t think he is likely to ask me any questions. There will be a breeze when he finds out the track has been torn up, and there will be fog enough with it to cover up those fellows.”
“Be a good fellow, Wolf, and don’t say a word.”
“I will not if I can help it. I don’t think anybody will know anything about this scrape. Those who saw the dummy come out will suppose I was on her. But here’s a pretty kettle of fish!” I added, glancing at the dummy, and then at the road minus the rails.
“Can we put the thing on the track again?”
“I think we can—we can try it, at least. We want some of those rails for levers.”
“Where are they?” asked the puzzled Faxon. “Did some one steal them for old iron?”
“No; they are not far off,” I replied, leading the way down to the Lake Shore.
We walked along the beach, till I discovered footsteps in the sand.