the superintendent.

The great stock cars were rumbling by as the boy drew near the
track, going faster every moment. By the light of a switch lamp
Teddy could make out a ladder running up to the roof of one of
the box cars.

He could hear the yard superintendent running toward
him shouting.

"He'll have me, if I don't do something. Then I will be wholly
left," decided Teddy. "I'm going to try it."

As the big stock car slipped past him the lad sprang up into the
air, his eyes fixed on the ladder. His circus training came in
handy here, for Teddy hit the mark unerringly, though it had been
considerably above his head. The next second his fingers closed
over a rung of the ladder, and there he hung, dangling in the
air, with the train now rushing over switches, rapidly gaining
momentum as it stretched out headed for the open country.



CHAPTER III

PHIL TO RESCUE

Phil Forrest was in a panic of uneasiness.

No sooner had his own section started than he made the discovery