CHAPTER XVIII
A NAME TO CONJURE BY!
Big Denny came to where Ralph was putting the finishing touches to one of the fast runners of the road about ten o'clock one morning.
Nobody in the world enjoyed talk and gossip like the veteran watchman, as Ralph well knew, and it really pleased him to have his company, for among the driftwood of all his desultory confidences Denny usually produced some point interesting or enlightening.
On this especial occasion there was a zest to the old watchman's greeting of the young railroader that indicated he had something of more than ordinary interest to impart.
"By the way, Fairbanks," he observed, "I saw that rich old hunks, Farrington, this morning. He was down here."
"At the roundhouse, you mean?" inquired Ralph, with some interest.
"Well, not exactly. He was over by the switch towers, met Forgan, and had quite a talk with him. Thought I'd post you."
