six thousand men and their auxiliaries behind me—the International Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers."
Bardon stood nonplussed. He fidgeted and turned ghastly with vexation.
"I'll see that the proper official carries out my instructions just the same," he said in a kind of a vicious hiss.
"There's just one man to help you, then," coolly anounced the engineer, "and that's Tim Forgan."
The inspector moved hastily away.
"And he won't do it!" concluded the engineer, in an chuckling undertone, giving Ralph a ringing slap on the shoulder.