ready wired his lawyer to settle with you people."
"Good!" shouted Ralph, and his face showed his pleasure.
Everything seemed working out happily. Ralph came up into the switch tower with a bright, cheery face, next morning.
"Hello, Slavin, he said, noticing his muscular young friend at the levers—"practicing?"
"No, sir—on duty," answered Slavin with great dignity.
"What's that?" demanded Ralph sharply.
"Sure," coolly nodded Slavin, giving the levers a truly professional swing. "Don't talk to the leverman when he's busy—rule of the office, you know, for outsiders."
"Ho! ho!" chuckled old Jack Knight.
"Outsiders?" repeated Ralph. "Call me one?"
"Ask Mr. Knight."
Ralph looked inquiringly at the veteran towerman.
"That's right," assented Knight. "Superintendent was just here. Put Slavin on the levers, and wants you up at headquarters."
"What for?" asked Ralph.
"Says you're due for promotion. Asked me what I thought about your choice. I told him fireman."
