CHAPTER VIII
A BAD LOT
Mort Bemis gave an astonished gasp as he saw his crony disappear like magic through the window sash.
His respect for the nerve and prowess of his successor at the switch tower was immensely increased. He spoke not a word, being stupefied and cowed.
Ralph started to leave the room, unmolested now. A sudden outcry checked him. He proceeded to its source—the open window.
Below it on the ground a stirring scene was in progress. It seemed that his masterly fling of Young Slavin had landed that juvenile Hercules directly on top of the individual Ralph had noticed lying asleep under the window, swathed in horse-blankets.
Aroused from dense slumber by a terrific shock, this person had struggled to his feet.
"Well, well," said Ralph, his eyes opening wide as he recognized the disturbed sleeper; "Ike Slump again."
