An express train thundered by. The ruddy glow from the furnace door of its locomotive, which was opened at that moment, revealed the engineman seated in the cab, with one hand on the throttle lever, and peering steadily ahead through the gathering gloom. What a glorious life he led! So full of excitement and constant change. What a power he controlled. How easy it was for him to fly from whatever was unpleasant or trying. As these thoughts flashed through the boys mind, the red lights at the rear of the train seemed to blink pleasantly at him, and invite him to follow them.
I will, he cried, springing to his feet. I will follow wherever they may lead me. Why should I not be a railroad man as well as another? They have all been boys and all had to begin some time.
At this moment he was startled by a sound of a voice close beside him saying, Supper is ready, Mister Rod. It was Dan the stable boy; and, as Rodman asked him, almost angrily, how he dared follow him without orders, and what he was spying out his movements for, he replied humbly: I aint a-spying on you, Mister Rod, and I only followed you to tell you supper was ready, cause I thought maybe you didnt know it.
Well, I didnt and it makes no difference whether I did or not, said Rod. I have left my uncles house for good and all, Dan, and there are no more suppers in it for me.
I was afeard so! I was afeard so, Mister Rod, exclaimed the boy with a real distress in his voice, an to tell the truth thats why I came after you. I couldnt a-bear to have you go without saying good-by, and I thought maybe, perhaps, youd let me go along with you. Please do, Mister Rod. Ill work for you and serve you faithfully, an Id a heap rather go on a tramp, or any place along with you, than stay here without you. Please, Mister Rod.
No, Dan, it would be impossible to take you with me, said Rodman, who was deeply touched by this proof of his humble friends loyalty. It will be all I can do to find work for myself; but Im grateful to you all the same for showing that you still think well of me. Its a great thing, I can tell you, for a fellow in my position to know that he leaves even one friend behind him when he is forced to go away from his only home.
You leaves a-plenty of thema-plenty! interrupted the stable boy eagerly. I heerd Miss Eltje telling her father that it was right down cruel not to give you the cup, an that you couldnt do a thing, such as they said, any more than she could, or he could himself. An her father said no more did he believe you could, an youd come out of it all right yet. Miss Eltje was right up an down mad about it, she was. Oh, I tell you, Mister Rod, youve got a-plenty of friends; an if youll only stay youll find em jest a-swarmin.
At this Rodman laughed outright, and said: Dan, you are a fine fellow, and you have done me good already. Now what I want you to do is just to stay here and discover some more friends for me. I will manage to let you know what I am doing; but you must not tell anybody a word about me, nor where I am, nor anything. Now good-by, and mind, dont say a word about having seen me, unless Miss Eltje should happen to ask you. If she should, you might say that I shall always remember her, and be grateful to her for believing in me. Good-by.
With this Rod plunged down the steep bank to the railroad track, and disappeared in the darkness. He went in the direction of the next station to Euston, about five miles away, as he did not wish to be recognized when he made the attempt to secure a ride on some train to New York. It was to be an attempt only; for he had not a cent of money in his pockets, and had no idea of how he should obtain the coveted ride. In addition to being penniless, he was hungry, and his hunger was increased tenfold by the knowledge that he had no means of satisfying it. Still he was a boy with unlimited confidence in himself. He always had fallen on his feet; and, though this was the worse fix in which he had ever found himself, he had faith that he would come out of it all right somehow. His heart was already so much lighter since he had learned from Dan that some of his friends, and especially Eltje Vanderveer, still believed in him, that his situation did not seem half so desperate as it had an hour before.
Rod was already enough of a railroad man to know that, as he was going east, he must walk on the west bound track. By so doing he would be able to see trains bound west, while they were still at some distance from him, and would be in no danger from those bound east and overtaking him.
When he was about half a mile from the little station, toward which he was walking, he heard the long-drawn, far-away whistle of a locomotive. Was it ahead of him or behind? On account of the bewildering echoes he could not tell. To settle the question he kneeled down, and placed his ear against one of rails of the west bound track. It was cold and silent. Then he tried the east bound track in the same way. This rail seemed to tingle with life, and a faint, humming sound came from it. It was a perfect railroad telephone, and it informed the listener as plainly as words could have told him, that a train was approaching from the west.
He stopped to note its approach. In a few minutes the rails of the east bound track began to quiver with light from the powerful reflector in front of its locomotive. Then they stretched away toward the oncoming train in gleaming bands of indefinite length, while the dazzling light seemed to cut a bright pathway between walls of solid blackness for the use of the advancing monster. As the bewildering glare passed him, Rod saw that the train was a long, heavy-laden freight, and that some of its cars contained cattle. He stood motionless as it rushed past him, shaking the solid earth with its ponderous weight, and he drew a decided breath of relief at the sight of the blinking red eyes on the rear platform of its caboose. How he wished he was in that caboose, riding comfortably toward New York, instead of plodding wearily along on foot, with nothing but uncertainties ahead of him.
CHAPTER VI.
SMILER, THE RAILROAD DOG
As Rod stood gazing at the receding train he noticed a human figure step from the lighted interior of the caboose, through the open doorway, to the platform, apparently kick at something, and almost instantly return into the car. At the same time the boy fancied he heard a sharp cry of pain; but was not sure. As he resumed his tiresome walk, gazing longingly after the vanishing train lights, he saw another light, a white one that moved toward him with a swinging motion, close to the ground. While he was wondering what it was, he almost stumbled over a small animal that stood motionless on the track, directly in front of him. It was a dog. Now Rod dearly loved dogs, and seemed instinctively to know that this one was in some sort of trouble. As he stopped to pat it, the creature uttered a little whine, as though asking his sympathy and help. At the same time it licked his hand.
While he was kneeling beside the dog and trying to discover what its trouble was, the swinging white light approached so closely that he saw it to be a lantern, borne by a man who, in his other hand, carried a long-handled iron wrench. He was the track-walker of that section, who was obliged to inspect every foot of the eight miles of track under his charge, at least twice a day; and the wrench was for the tightening of any loose rail joints that he might discover.
Hello! exclaimed this individual as he came before the little group, and held his lantern so as to get a good view of them. Whats the matter here?
I have just found this dog, replied Rod, and he seems to be in pain. If you will please hold your light a little closer perhaps I can see what has happened to him.
Hello! exclaimed this individual as he came before the little group, and held his lantern so as to get a good view of them. Whats the matter here?
I have just found this dog, replied Rod, and he seems to be in pain. If you will please hold your light a little closer perhaps I can see what has happened to him.
The man did as requested, and Rod uttered an exclamation of pleasure as the light fell full upon the dog; for it was the finest specimen of a bull terrier he had ever seen. It was white and brindled, its chest was of unusual breadth, and its square jaws indicated a tenacity of purpose that nothing short of death itself could overcome. Now one of its legs was evidently hurt, and it had an ugly cut under the left ear, from which blood was flowing. Its eyes expressed an almost human intelligence; and, as it looked up at Rod and tried to lick his face, it seemed to say, I know you will be my friend, and I trust you to help me. About its neck was a leathern collar, bearing a silver plate, on which was inscribed: Be kind to me, for I am Smiler the Railroad Dog.
I know this dog, exclaimed the track-walker, as he read these words, and I reckon every railroad man in the country knows him; or at any rate has heard of him. He used to belong to Andrew Dean, who was killed when his engine went over the bank at Hagers two years ago. He thought the world of the dog, and it used to travel with him most always; only once in a while it would go visiting on some of the other engines. It was off that way when Andrew got killed, and since then it has travelled all over the country, like as though it was hunting for its old master. The dog lives on trains and engines, and railroad men are always glad to see him. Some of them got up this collar for him a while ago. Why, Smiler, old dog, how did you come here in this fix? I never heard of you getting left or falling off a train before.
I think he must have come from the freight that just passed us, said Rod, and I shouldnt wonder, he added, suddenly recalling the strange movements of the figure he had seen appear for an instant at the caboose door, if he was kicked off. Then he described the scene of which he had caught a glimpse as the freight train passed him.
Id like to meet the man whod dare do such a thing, exclaimed the track-walker. If I wouldnt kick him! Hed dance to a lively tune if any of us railroad chaps got hold of him, I can tell you. It must have been an accident, though; for nobody would hurt Smiler. Now I dont know exactly what to do. Smiler cant be left here, and Im afraid he isnt able to walk very far. If I had time Id carry him back to the freight. Shes side-tracked only a quarter of a mile from here, waiting for Number 8 to pass. Im due at Euston inside of an hour, and I dont dare waste any more time.
Ill take him if you say so, answered Rod, who had been greatly interested in the dogs history. I believe I can carry him that far.
All right, replied the track-walker. I wish you would. Youll have to move lively though; for if Number 8 is on time, as she generally is, you havent a moment to lose.
Ill do my best, said the boy, and a moment later he was hurrying down the track with his M. I. P. bag strapped to his shoulders, and with the dog so strangely committed to his care, clasped tightly in his arms. At the same time the track-walker, with his swinging lantern, was making equally good speed in the opposite direction. As Rod rounded a curve, and sighted the lights of the waiting freight train, he heard the warning whistle of Number 8 behind him, and redoubled his exertions. He did not stop even as the fast express whirled past him, though he was nearly blinded by the eddying cloud of dust and cinders that trailed behind it. But, if Number 8 was on time, so was he. Though Smiler had grown heavy as lead in his aching arms, and though his breath was coming in panting gasps, he managed to climb on the rear platform of the caboose, just as the freight was pulling out. How glad he was at that moment of the three weeks training he had just gone through with. It had won him something, even if his name was not to be engraved on the railroad cup of the Steel Wheel Club.
As the boy stood in the rear doorway of the caboose, gazing doubtfully into its interior, a young fellow who looked like a tramp, and who had been lying on one of the cushioned lockers, or benches, that ran along the sides of the car, sprang to his feet with a startled exclamation. At the same moment Smiler drew back his upper lip so as to display a glistening row of teeth, and, uttering a deep growl, tried to escape from Rods arms.
What are you doing in this car! and what do you mean by bringing that dog in here? cried the fellow angrily, at the same time advancing with a threatening gesture. Come, clear out of here or Ill put you out, he added. The better to defend himself, if he should be attacked, the boy dropped the dog; and, with another fierce growl, forgetful of his hurts, Smiler flew at the strangers throat.
CHAPTER VII.
ROD, SMILER, AND THE TRAMP
Help! Murder! Take off your dog! yelled the young tramp, throwing up his arm to protect his face from Smilers attack, and springing backward. In so doing he tripped and fell heavily to the floor, with the dog on top of him, growling savagely, and tearing at the ragged coat-sleeve in which his teeth were fastened. Fearful lest the dog might inflict some serious injury upon the fellow, Rodman rushed to his assistance. He had just seized hold of Smiler, when a kick from the struggling tramp sent his feet flying from under him, and he too pitched headlong. There ensued a scene which would have been comical enough to a spectator, but which was anything but funny to those who took part in it. Over and over they rolled, striking, biting, kicking, and struggling. The tramp was the first to regain his feet; but almost at the same instant Smiler escaped from Rods embrace, and again flew at him. They had rolled over the caboose floor until they were close to its rear door; and now, with a yell of terror, the tramp darted through it, sprang from the moving train, and disappeared in the darkness, leaving a large piece of his trousers in the dogs mouth. Just then the forward door was opened, and two men with lanterns on their arms, entered the car.
They were Conductor Tobin, and rear-brakeman Joe, his right-hand man, who had just finished switching their train back on the main track, and getting it again started on its way toward New York. At the sight of Rod, who was of course a perfect stranger to them, sitting on the floor, hatless, covered with dust, his clothing bearing many signs of the recent fray, and ruefully feeling of a lump on his forehead that was rapidly increasing in size, and of Smiler whose head was bloody, and who was still worrying the last fragment of clothing that the tramps rags had yielded him, they stood for a moment in silent bewilderment.
Well, Ill be blowed! said Conductor Tobin at length.
Me too, said Brakeman Joe, who believed in following the lead of his superior officer.
May I inquire, asked Conductor Tobin, seating himself on a locker close to where Rod still sat on the floor, May I inquire who you are? and where you came from? and how you got here? and whats happened to Smiler? and whats came of the fellow we left sleeping here a few minutes ago? and whats the meaning of all this business, anyway?
Yes, wed like to know, said the Brakeman, taking a seat on the opposite locker, and regarding the boy with a curiosity that was not unmixed with suspicion. Owing to extensive dealings with tramps, Brakeman Joe was very apt to be suspicious of all persons who were dirty, and ragged, and had bumps on their foreheads.