At that moment a small dog walked into the room, wagging his tail with an air of being perfectly at home there.  Rod was the first to notice him, and his eye lighted with a gleam of genuine pleasure.

“Smiler?  Smiler, old dog!” he said.

The next instant Smiler was licking his face and testifying to his joy at again meeting this friend, in the most extravagant manner.  Suddenly he caught sight of Bill, and drawing back his upper lip with an ominous growl, would have flown at the young tramp had not Rodman restrained him.

“That settles it, so far as I am concerned,” exclaimed the superintendent, with a relieved air.  “Any one that Smiler recognizes as a friend must be an honest fellow; while the person whom Smiler calls an enemy, must have given him good cause for his enmity, and is to be regarded with distrust by all railroad men.  Now, I am going to carry you two chaps to the Junction where Conductor Tobin and his crew are lying off to-day.  There, I have no doubt, this whole matter will be explained satisfactorily to me and to one of you, as well as with perfect justice to you both.”

Smiler, who had reached this station on a passenger locomotive, now attached himself resolutely to Rod, and followed him into the superintendent’s private car, here he was made as cordially welcome as he would have been in the humblest caboose on the road.  Some of his enthusiastic admirers declared that Smiler owned the road; while all admitted that there was but one other individual connected with it, whose appearance was so uniformly welcome as his, and that was the paymaster.

Now, there was a marked difference shown between the treatment of Smiler’s friend, and that of his enemy.  The former was invited to sit down with the superintendent and eat dinner, which was announced as ready soon after they left the station; but Bill was consigned to the care of a brakeman who received strict orders not to give him a chance to escape.  He was given a substantial meal of course; for Mr. Hill the superintendent was not a man who would permit anybody to suffer from hunger if he could help it.  Here the courtesy extended to him ended, and he was treated in all respects like a prisoner.  Most of the time he rode in sullen silence; but occasionally he broke forth with vehement protestations of his innocence, and of the truth of the story he had told.

Rodman, on the other hand, was treated with marked consideration; for, not only was he a friend of Smiler’s, but the more Mr. Hill talked with him the more he believed him to be a gentleman, as well as an honest, truth-telling lad, who had, by a brave and prompt action, saved the railroad company a large amount of property.  He was confirmed in his belief that Rod was a gentleman, by his having asked to be allowed to wash his face and hands before sitting down to dinner.  The lad was shocked at his own appearance when he glanced into a mirror, and the superintendent smiled at the wonderful change made by the use of soap, water, and brushes, when he emerged from the well-appointed dressing-room of the car.

While they sat at table Mr. Hill drew the lad’s story from him, including the manner in which he had obtained Smiler’s friendship, and his desire to become a railroad man.  Rod did not however mention the name of President Vanderveer; for he was desirous of winning success by himself, and on his own merits, nor did he give his reasons for leaving Euston.

When the locomotive, drawing the superintendent’s private car, and displaying two white flags in front to denote that it was running as an “extra” train, drew up, a couple of hours later, at the Junction, Rod was asked to remain in the car for a few minutes, and Bill was ordered to do so.  Then Mr. Hill walked over to caboose number 18, in which, as he expected, he found Conductor Tobin and his two brakemen fast asleep, with bits of mosquito netting spread over their faces to keep off the flies.  Conductor Tobin was greatly confused when he discovered who was shaking him into wakefulness, and began to apologize for having been asleep.

“No excuses are necessary, Tobin,” said the other kindly.  “A man who works as faithfully as you do at night, has a perfect right to sleep in the daytime.  I wouldn’t have disturbed you, but that I wanted to ask if you were acquainted with a young fellow named Rod Blake.”

Yes, indeed!  Conductor Tobin not only knew the lad, but was, at that moment, quite anxious concerning him.  He had learned by telegraph from Brakeman Joe, further particulars of the occurrences of the preceding night, including Rod’s splendid behavior during the fight with the would-be thieves.  Since then nothing had been heard from him, and the conductor greatly feared that the brave young fellow had met with some harm.

“Do you consider him a person whose word is to be trusted?” asked the superintendent.

“Well, sir,” answered Conductor Tobin, “I haven’t known him long, seeing that I first met him only night before last; but I’ve already seen enough of him to be willing to take his word as quick as that of any man living.”

“That is saying a good deal,” laughed the superintendent, “but I believe you are right.  If I am any judge of character, that lad is an honest fellow.”  Then he explained how, and under what circumstances he had met Rod, and ending by asking, “What sort of a railroad man do you think he would make?”

“First-rate, sir!  He seems to me to be one who knows when he is wanted, and who always turns up at the right time.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind having him on your train, while Joe is laid by?”

“I should be proud to have him, sir, and to be the one to start him on the right track as a railroader.”

“Very well, we will consider it settled, then, and I will send him over to you.  I want you to do the best you can by him, and remember that from this time on I take a personal interest in his welfare, though of course you needn’t tell him so.”

Rod was more than delighted when Mr. Hill returned to the car, and offered him the position of brakeman on Conductor Tobin’s train.  He promptly and gladly accepted it, and tried to thank the superintendent for giving it to him; but that gentleman said:  “Never mind expressing any thanks in words.  Express them by deeds instead, and remember, that you can win a certain success in railroad life, by keeping on as you have begun and by always being on time.”

Thus Rod secured a position; a humble one to be sure, but one that he had sought and won wholly by merit.  When Snyder Appleby heard of it he was filled with jealous anger.  He declared that there was not room for both of them on that road, even if one was only a brakeman, and vowed that if he could manage it, his adopted cousin should find it harder to keep his position than it had been to win it.