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 criss-crossed 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.
