Slavin," said Ralph earnestly, laying a gentle hand on the big fellow's shoulder, "you have shown yourself a man to-night. Keep it up, and"—Ralph smiled significantly as he quoted Slavin's own recent words—"I'll do the rest."
Slavin dashed an impetuous hand across his eyes. They had filled with a suspicious moisture. He evidently could not trust himself to speak further, for as he started down the trap ladder he only waved Ralph a clumsy, silent adieu.
The episode of Yaung Slavin's visit had been a pleasant diversion to the monotony of the hour Ralph pulled the out switch for the 12.15 mail. Then he sat down again and finished his lunch.
The storm raged on with unabated fury. There was nothing to do now until morning except to watch out for the night express and the regular freight.
The express, Ralph knew, was stalled by a wash-out beyond Acton. Naturally the freight, blocked behind it, could not get through until the road was cleared. Ralph walked up and down the tower for exercise. Suddenly he threw up a window.
Some moving lanterns over on the repair track attracted his attention. Their flare and that of the lightning showed him three men getting a
