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of him for over two years." "Might you not be mistaken--facial resemblance?" "Not much," observed Dave staunchly. "Think I don't recognize my own relatives? Why, didn't you notice how he acted?" "Yes, surprised." "No, scared," corrected Dave, "and ran away." "Why?" demanded Ralph. "Well, from your seeming to know him under another name, I should say because he is found out. What game has he been playing on you, Fairbanks?" "He has done me more good than harm," evaded Ralph. "I've only known him since yesterday." "Well, he has run away, that's certain. That bothers me. Fred Porter was never a sneak or a coward. He was full of jolly mischief and fun, but a better friend no fellow ever had." "He struck me that way," said Ralph. "I hope he'll come back. There's my engine coming, and I'll have to go on duty. Try and find him, Dave, will you?" "If I can." "And if you find him, tell him I must see him before we leave Bridgeport." "All right." Ralph picked up the lunch package that his odd acquaintance had dropped and moved along the platform to where No. 999 had run. The locomotive was backed to the coaches and the relief engineer stepped to the platform. "I say," he projected in an undertone to Ralph, "what's up with Fogg?" "Is there anything?" questioned Ralph evasively. "Dizzy in the headlight and wobbly in the drivers, that's all," came the response, with a wink. Ralph's heart sank as he entered the cab. Its atmosphere was freighted with the fumes of liquor, and a single glance at the fireman convinced him that Fogg was very far over the line of sobriety. Ralph hardly knew how to take Fogg. The latter nodded briefly and turned away, pretending to occupy himself looking from the cab window. Ralph could not resist the impulse to try and break down the wall of reserve between them. He stepped over to the fireman's side and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "See here, Fogg," he said in a friendly tone, "I've got to say something or do something to square accounts for your help in routing that crowd this morning." "Don't you speak of it!" shot out the fireman fiercely. "It's over and done, isn't it? Let it drop." "All right," laughed Ralph genially. "Say, I saw a dispatch in the Bridgeport paper to-day from Stanley Junction that ought to make you feel pretty good." "Did?" snapped Fogg, determinedly antagonistic and stubbornly keeping his face turned away. "Yes. It gav
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