your business if any damage comes, that's all. That boy owes me a grudge, and if I know anything of human nature, there will be a wreck on the factory spur before it's been running long."
Ralph felt his fingers tingle. He decided that he had a right to speak now. He faced about squarely. The mean-eyed magnate quailed at the honest indignation of his glance.
"Mr. Farrington," said Ralph, "have I ever sought to do you an injury?"
"Yes—no—perhaps not," stammered Farrington, "but you would like to."
"Why?" demanded Ralph definitely.
"Because—because—oh, I know you. I know the whole brood. You smashed a window in my factory, once."
"Accidentally. And paid for it. Is that true?"
Farrington squirmed. He wanted to back out. He found that he could not domineer in the present instance. More than that, he realized that he dared not. The master mechanic, with a grim smile on his lip, helped him out of the dilemma.
"Come, Mr. Farrington," he said, smartly clicking his watch and helping him through the trap. "We will miss the superintendent, and you say you want to close up this business to-day.
