He was so pleasant and inoffensive that all hands gave him a welcome. He ran errands for men on duty, and at times unofficially spelled the crossings flagmen while they went to their meals.
His great need was tobacco. His wife would buy him none, saying they could not afford it. When the railroad men rewarded his little services with a pipeful or a package of his favorite brand, Stiggs was a very happy man.
"Want me?" he called up to Ralph as he neared the tower.
"Yes," answered Ralph. "Will you do an errand for me?"
"Sure pop. That's what the company hires me for, isn't it?" demanded Stiggs cheerfully.
"You know where the circus train is unloading?"
"Over near the street—of course. I supervised getting their band chariot down the skids. New men here—never handled chariots before. They'd have smashed her if I hadn't been on deck to direct them."
"Experience counts, Mr. Stiggs," remarked Ralph indulgently.
"You bet it does—that's what the company hires me for."
"Well, you go down and see if any of the circus people are still around.
