out of the building. He had an empty basket on his arm. I think he had been taking some food and such fixings to Ike Slump & Co."
"And the latest is Van's 'To-night'," mused Ralph. "Slavin, you will keep a close watch on things, won't you? I believe affairs are very near a crisis."
"I'll not miss anything," Slavin assured Ralph stanchly—"least of all you, when there's any important word to report."
Ralph was restless and expectant all that evening at home. He sat up till ten o'clock, hoping that Slavin might bring him some word.
None came, however. He went to bed, and as usual left the house for the switch tower at 7.30 in the morning.
Just as Ralph neared the depot yards, a small boy with a bundle of papers under his arm darted down the street.
Ralph remembered that this was "paper day." He paused and listened as the lad shouted out his wares.
"Extry! extry!" he called.
"Here, boy—what have you got extra?" asked a passer-by.
"Full account of the great Stanley Junction jail escape!"
"What's that?" cried Ralph irrepressibly.
