almost studiously to avoid contact or ccnversation with Ralph.
About four o'clock the helper, busy wheeling away the broken bricks from the hole in the wall, nudged Ralph meaningly.
"Slump's old man," he said tersely.
Glancing towards the office, Ralph saw a coarse-featured, disorderly looking man conversing with the foreman.
The latter was cool, dignified and evidently laying down the law in an unmistakably clear manner to his visitor, who shrugged his shoulders, pounded his palms together, and seemed wroth and worked up over the situation they were discussing.
Ralph knew that Slump senior ran a saloon just beyond the freight sheds, and was glad to see him go off alone and evidently disgruntled and fancied he caught an expression on Forgan's face indicating that he had done his duty and was glad of it.
"Bad lot," commented Limpy, coming back for some more bricks.
"Foreman?"
"No, Slump. It was two of his poison drinks four years ago that sent me home one night on the wrong tracks, crippled me for life, lost me my run, and made a pensioned drudge of me for
