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"Hide me!" she gasped appealingly to Ralph.
"Why, what for?" he inquired.
"It's Gasper Farrington, isn't it, just as you said? And he is coming up here!"
"It seems that he is, Mrs. Davis," responded Ralph.
"I don't want to meet him. I don't want him to see me--not yet," went on the woman rapidly.
"Are you afraid of Gasper Farrington, Mrs. Davis?" asked Ralph pointedly.
But she did not answer him. She glided to the coat closet at the end of the room, as if seeking a hiding-place. As she pulled its door open, she noticed that it was too shallow to admit a human form.
The dial again called Ralph. By the time he had attended to the levers, he noticed that Mrs. Davis had produced a thick heavy veil and was concealing her face under it. She stood fidgeting nervously at a window at the far end of the room, her back turned to the trapdoor, as if to escape direct attention.
The master mechanic came into view. Then he helped his companion into the room.
Ralph caught his breath quickly and his lips compressed a trifle, as he recognized Gasper Farrington.
His advent was a certain new cause of some inquietude to the young leverman. An old-time enemy, and a bitter and crafty one, Ralph knew he could never expect any good from the miserly old magnate of Stanley Junction.
Farrington's wealth and position gave him a certain influence and power that had been repeatedly used to crush those he did not like. He disliked the Fairbanks family for more reasons than one, and he had tried to crush Ralph more than once. In these efforts, however, he had failed. Ralph had come off the victor because he was in the right, which always prevails, sooner or later.
In their last encounter, Ralph had forced the scheming Farrington to release the fraudulent mortgage he held on the Fairbanks cottage. He had bargained to keep the humiliating details of Farrington's swindling operations secret as long as the defeated magnate let them alone. He did not think that Farrington would now risk public exposure by attempting any further tricky measures of gain or revenge. Still, Ralph disliked coming in contact with the man, who would willingly do him an injury and gloat over his downfall.
He was glad that Farrington did not notice him. The attention of the magnate was at once directed to a blue-print plan nailed between two windows.
"There is the switch plan of the yards, Mr. Farrington," said the master mechanic, indicating the sheet of paper in question.
Mr. Blake nodded to Ralph. Then he looked inquiringly at Mrs. Davis.
"A lady who was looking for Mort Bemis," explained Ralph. "He owes her some money, it seems."
"He owes about everybody he can work," said the master mechanic brusquely, and crossed the room after Farrington.
Mrs. Davis quickly went to the trap. She kept her eye on Gasper Farrington until safely down on the ladder, placed her finger on her lips in significant adieu to Ralph, and then disappeared.
The latter stood at the levers, his back turned purposely on the newcomers into the switch tower.
There was no need of his having an encounter with Farrington, if it could be avoided. Ralph attended to his duties strictly. However, he could not help overhearing what the two men at the side of the room were saying.
Ralph soon divined the nature of Farrington's visit to the switch tower.
The magnate owned a factory building about half a mile from the railroad. It had stood vacant and abandoned for some time, as Ralph knew. Now, it seemed, a manufacturer had agreed to lease it for a term of years, provided he could have direct railroad transportation facilities put in.
This point the two men at the switch plan were now discussing.
Farrington was following the finger of the master mechanic, as it moved along over the traceries of white and red ink that crisscrossed the blue print.
"Here is where you start your spur," Mr. Blake was explaining. "We can put you in a single track, you to bear half the expense."
"You mean one-third," interrupted the bargaining old schemer.
"I mean just what I said," observed the master mechanic grimly. "It is a long reach for a siding, you have no right of way, and we are supplying it, although we will have to run a pretty steep grade down the ravine, for that is the only land we own in your direction. We have right of way to within three hundred feet of your factory. As to the strip that intervenes----"
"Oh, there's nothing there but an old shanty on leasehold," answered Farrington.
"Can you get permission to cross it?" asked Blake.
"He! he!" chuckled Farrington; "can I get it? I'll take it!"
"Well, that is your own matter," spoke Blake. "All we want is a bond guarantee for five years, that you will run enough freight over the spur to equal a ten per cent. annual investment."
"Isn't my word good enough for that?" demanded Farrington arrogantly.
"The Great Northern takes no man's word where a contract is concerned,"
was the definite answer.
"All right, close the matter up as soon as you like," said Farrington.
"Here's where you control the switches, eh?" he continued, leaving the plat and taking a curious glance about the tower.
"Yes."
"I should say it took a clear head and lots of experience to avoid mistakes."
"It does, and lots of muscle, too--eh, Fairbanks?" spoke the master mechanic.
Ralph nodded. He aimed to escape recognition at the hands of Farrington, who, in another minute, would have left the place. He knew, however, that he was discovered, as the magnate uttered a short, sharp grunt.
CHAPTER V--THE STOWAWAY
"What's that?" called out Gasper Farrington, hobbling up to the levers and staring at Ralph. "Look here, Mr. Blake," he pursued, his brows drawn in a mean, savage scowl. "You don't mean to tell me this boy has anything to do with your switching?"
"He has everything to do with it," announced the master mechanic, looking as if he was disposed to resent the manner and words of the client he did not like any too well himself.
"Well, then, it won't do!" snarled Farrington, getting excited. "I want trustworthy service, I do. I don't propose to run the risk of damage and loss with a road that hires kids for its most important work."
Mr. Blake's lips drew tightly together. Then he remarked:
"Mr. Farrington, the Great Northern knows its business distinctly, we are responsible for any damage caused by the negligence or inability of our employees. In this instance you may quiet your needless fears. Mr.
Fairbanks thoroughly understands his business, and I personally recommended him to his present position on account of the cleanest record and best practical ability of any junior employee of the company."
"H'm. Ha! That so?" mumbled Farrington, taken a good deal aback by Blake's definite expressions of approval, while Ralph felt his heart beat with pleasure, and blushed hotly. "All right. I suppose you think you know your business. Only--he was a barefooted urchin six months ago."
"He has earned a good many pairs of shoes since then," observed Blake crisply.