p a
hint.

"Look here, my friend, if you're a spy you'd better keep out of this.
This man would wring your neck as quick as he'd suck an orange. See?"

"Let's tackle him, anyhow," replied the fellow, eying me coolly.

I introduced him to Mr. Lancaster, and left them together. Pretty soon
the superintendent came into my office.

"What do you make of him, Reed?" said he.

"What do you make of him?"

Lancaster studied a minute.

"Take him over to the round-house and see what he knows."

I walked over with the new find, chatting warily. When we reached a live
engine I told him to look it over. He threw off his coat, picked up a
piece of waste, and swung into the cab.

"Run her out to the switch," said I, stepping up myself.

He pinched the throttle, and we steamed slowly out of the house. A
minute showed he was at home on an engine.

"Can you handle it?" I asked, as he shut off after backing down to the
round-house.

"You use soft coal," he replied, trying the injector. "I'm used to hard.
This injector is new to me. Guess I can work it, though."

"What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't say."

"What is it?" I asked, curtly.

"Foley."

"Well, Foley, if you have as much sense as you have gall you ought to
get along. If you act straight, you'll never want a job again as long as
you live. If you don't, you won't want to live very long."

"Got any tobacco?"

"Here, Baxter," said I, turning to the round-house foreman, "this is
Foley. Give him a chew, and mark him up to go out on 77 to-night. If he
monkeys with anything around the house kill him."

Baxter looked at Foley, and Foley looked at Baxter; and Baxter not
getting the tobacco out quick enough, Foley reminded him he was waiting.

We didn't pretend to run freights, but I concluded to try the fellow on
one, feeling sure that if he was crooked he would ditch it and skip.

So Foley ran a long string of empties and a car or two of rotten oranges
down to Harvard Junction that night, with one of the dispatchers for
pilot. Under my orders they had a train made up at the junction for him
to bring back to McCloud. They had picked up all the strays in the
yards, including half a dozen cars of meat that the local board of
health had condemned after it had laid out in the sun for two weeks, and
a car of butter we had been shifting around ever since the beginning of
the strike.

When the strikers saw the stuff coming in next morning behind Foley they
co