like way that Ralph handled things. He finally remarked:
"Met Blake a bit back, Fairbanks."
"The master mechanic—yes," nodded Ralph.
"Keep it under your hat, now," continued Knight significantly. "Blake was riled. He said he'd give half a month's salary to wallop one man in Stanley Junction, if it wasn't business policy to keep down personal feelings for the good of the service."
"Who was the man, Mr. Knight?"
"He didn't say, but no friend of yours, it seems. The gist of it is, that this man—I'd like a crack at him myself—offered Blake two hundred dollars to get you shifted onto some other section."
"I seem to come high," smiled Ralph, although he experienced a faint uneasiness at mind, as he clearly comprehended that Gasper Farrington was up to some of his old underhanded tricks.
"Well, Blake politely turned down the offer. He said to me, though, that if any treachery or influence got you the jacket in this position, if he had to fire every other man along the line, he'd find a place for you in the train dispatcher's office at double pay."
"He is a good friend," said Ralph, with emotion—"and you, too, for giving me the warning, Mr. Knight. Knowing what I do, though, I
