act of the selfish, tyrannical magnate. There was some current criticism, too, as to his going on the bonds of the idle scapegrace, Ike Slump. Farrington pretended that he had bailed out Ike because his father was an old acquaintance. Ralph knew better, but held his peace. He had faith that the real truth would come out, sooner or later.
With entire confidence in Van Sherwin, he believed that he would soon receive some word from that good friend to show he had been quietly working in the dark all this time.
About five o'clock one afternoon a barefooted urchin Ralph did not know by name came up the switch tower ladder. Ralph was alone, but expected Knight to relieve him at five o'clock.
"Say," projected the frowsy-headed lad, staring curiously around the place, "you Mr. Fairbanks?"
"That's right, my little man," answered Ralph.
"Say, you know Mr. Stiggs?"
"Slightly," nodded Ralph, with a smile.
"Well, he sent me here. He said to fetch a message to you."
Ralph recalled the fact now that Mr. Stiggs had not shown up about the yards for the past two days. This was an unusual thing for the old railroad pensioner.
