CHAPTER V
OPPORTUNITY
The boy turned and ran back to the culvert crossing just as the fourth locomotive whizzed past the spot.
He waved his hand and yelled out an inquiry as to what was up, but cab and tender flashed by in a sheet of steam and smoke.
He recognized the engineer, however. It was gruff old John Griscom, and in the momentary glimpse Ralph had of his hard, rugged face he looked grimmer than ever.
Ralph marveled at his presence here, for Griscom had the crack run of the road, the 10.15, driven by the biggest twelve-wheeler on the line, and was something of an industrial aristocrat. The locomotive he now propelled was a third-class freight engine, and had no fireman on the present occasion so far as could be seen.
Ralph knew enough about runs, specials and extras, to at once comprehend that something very unusual had happened, or was happening.
