This seemed incredible to Ralph. All the same, he realized that they had isolated the car to loot it.
"In an hour they will have their booty," he reflected rapidly. "Can I foot it to Dover in time? No way to wire. Why, I'll do it!"
A quick idea came into Ralph's mind. He would anticipate the robbers. He ran fast as he could to the locomotive on the siding.
Ralph Fairbanks never valued his practical roundhouse experience so greatly as during the ensuing fifteen minutes.
He knew all about a locomotive, for he had been a shop hand to some profit. He lit the fire, set the steam gauges, piled on the coal. Steam up, he backed towards the spur, stopped, opened a switch, and glided west after the runaway car.
As he rounded a curve he noticed that the spur had two tracks, and he had by chance taken the outer one.
The tracks ran parallel, however. There must be switches further on, he decided, and he put on a fair head of steam and sped on his way.
The spur ran in and out a hilly district with numerous curves. At length there was a level stretch. Ralph whizzed by the detached car, standing stationary at the end of a steep grade
