stood erect in a strained, tense way, seeming to be frightened.
The two men Ralph had indicated now crossed the tracks and entered the switch tower below. Their voices could be heard distinctly.
"We have a switch plan upstairs in the tower, Mr. Farrington," sounded the clear, incisive tones of Mr. Blake, the master mechanic of the Great Northern.
"All right," answered his companion, and the accents of his voice seemed to be familiar to Mrs. Davis. She looked almost terrified. She glanced wildly around the tower room.
"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.
