"Have you got the tiger?"
"I have," answered Ralph definitely.
"Produce him, and the money is yours."
"Very good," nodded Ralph, tossing down the key to the padlock of the lower door. "You will find the escaped animal downstairs here."
The local reporter made himself unduly active within the ensuing thirty minutes. He had written up Ralph Fairbanks once before. That was when the young railroader had acted as subst.i.tute fireman during the big fire in the yards at Acton, as already related in "Ralph of the Roundhouse."
Ralph had proven "good copy" in that instance. The fact of his having the escaped animal in custody, the litter of gla.s.s under the tower windows, some vague remarks of the flagman who had witnessed Ralph"s sensational ascent of the telegraph pole, set the young reporter on the trail of a first-cla.s.s story in a very few minutes.
The circus manager and his a.s.sistants soon had Calcutta Tom in fetters.
As they pulled him out into daylight the manager cuffed and kicked him till the animal slunk along, spiritless and harmless as some antiquated horse.
He drew out a roll of bank bills, counted out fifty dollars, made sure the reporter was noticing the act, and with a flourish tossed the money up to Ralph.
He wrote out a free pa.s.s to the show for Stiggs, slapping him on the shoulder and calling him a royal good fellow.
"Don"t know if the railroad company can spare me," said Stiggs, shaking his head slowly.
"Come up here, Mr. Stiggs," said Ralph.
Jack Knight came along from the limits tower just then. He was halted by the reporter. Stiggs joined Ralph a few minutes later.
"I want to tell you, Mr. Stiggs, about this fifty dollars" reward from the circus people," began Ralph.
"Yes, glad you got it, Fairbanks," said Stiggs heartily. "If it wasn"t for you I wouldn"t have got the tobacco."
"Well, I want you to tell Mrs. Stiggs when you go home that I"ve got twenty-five dollars for her," went on Ralph.
"My! that"s a lot of money," exclaimed the old railroad pensioner, opening wide his eyes. "Say, Fairbanks, that would stock me up with tobacco for the rest of my life!"
Knight came through the trap, the local reporter at his heels.
"What"s been going on here?" demanded the veteran towerman, with a glance at the broken window panes.
Ralph glanced at the reporter. That individual had a paper tab in his hand all covered with notes, and looked eager and expectant.
"If our friend here will excuse our attention to railroad business strictly, I will try to tell you," said Ralph.
"Certainly," nodded the reporter, but disappointedly, as Ralph took Knight to the end of the room and a low-toned conversation ensued.
The same was interspersed with sensational, startling e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of wild excitement, such a vivid play of interest and wonder on the part of old Jack, that the reporter wriggled in a kind of professional torment.
He knew that Ralph must have a graphic story to relate.
"Mr. Fairbanks," he said anxiously, as the two terminated their conversation, "I hope you will give me a brief interview."
"Really, I couldn"t think of it," answered Ralph, with a genial smile.
"A tiger escaped from the circus and hid in the switch tower. That"s about the facts of the case."
"You"re a deal too modest," snorted old Jack. "You see, he"s a stickler for railroad ethics," he explained to the reporter. "Well, that"s all right in a young man, for the company usually want to give out their own reports to the press. In this instance, though, I don"t think they will hold back the credit young Fairbanks deserves. You come with me, young man, and as soon as I report to the superintendent, I think you can get the facts for the liveliest railroad sensation you have had in Stanley Junction for many a long day."
Ralph had no right to interfere with this arrangement.
Knight came back in thirty minutes, chuckling gleesomely.
"Shake, old man!" he called out, grasping Ralph"s hand with a switch-lever clutch that would have made his a.s.sistant wince a week back. "I guaranteed you to the company when they put you on here. The man with the iron mask just thanked me for it. Thanked me for it, just think of it--and smiled!"
"Who is the man with the iron mask?" asked Ralph innocently.
"The superintendent, of course. Ever see him? Well, they say he was born with a frown on his face, called down his father and mother when he was six months old, and spent ten years at a special actors" school where they learn the ebony glare, the tones that chill a fellow, and that grand stern air that makes a railroad employee shake in his boots when the superintendent pa.s.ses by."
"Why, I have found him rather dignified, but a thoroughly just and genial gentleman," said Ralph.
"Thank you, Fairbanks!" interrupted a voice that made the two friends start, and the head of the superintendent of the Great Northern came up through the trap. "Quite a word-painter, Mr. Knight!" he continued, glancing at old Jack with a grim twinkle in his eye.
"Ah, overheard me, did you?" retorted Knight, never abashed at anything.
"You didn"t wait till I got through. I was going to add, for the benefit of our young friend here, that all the qualities I was describing have made you the most consistent, thoroughgoing railroader in the country, that back of the mask were more pensions to deserving disabled employees than the law allowed, and a justice and respect for loyal subordinates that made you an honorary member of our union, and the Great Northern the finest railway system ever perfected."
"Thank you, Mr. Knight!" retorted the superintendent, a genuine flush of pleasure on his face. "I know you are sincere, so you will join me, I am certain, in telling our young friend that the risk he took to save the special this day ent.i.tled him to a high place in the esteem of his employers and a.s.sociates."
"Right you are, sir!" answered Knight emphatically. "I"m proud of Ralph Fairbanks--and so are you."
CHAPTER XIII--SQUARING THINGS
Ralph was tremendously pleased at the praise of the superintendent of the Great Northern. He started for home, his work through with for the day, feeling that life was very much worth living.
He lost no time on this especial occasion in reaching the home cottage.
He wanted to share his pleasure with his devoted mother.
Ralph found the front door locked. He had a key to it however, let himself in, and was wondering at this unusual absence of his mother at a regular meal hour, when he caught sight of a folded note on the little table in the hall.
"I am at Mrs. Davis"," his mother"s note ran. "She is not very well, and wishes me to stay with her for a few hours. Please call for me at her house at about nine o"clock."
Entering the little dining room, Ralph found the table all set. He proceeded to the kitchen, and discovered under covers on a slow fire his meal ready to be served.
"Always kind and thoughtful," he reflected gratefully, as he sat down to his solitary repast. "Nine o"clock, eh? That gives me time to attend to some pressing duties. Perhaps Mrs. Davis may have something to say about those bonds."
Ralph"s mother had done her duty in seeing to it that he was not put out by her absence. He now proceeded to do his by clearing up the table and washing the dishes. He had everything in order before he left the house.
He sauntered downtown, changed a twenty-dollar bill that was among those the circus manager had given him, and started down a humble side street.
In about ten minutes Ralph reached the Stiggs home. It was a small one-story structure, but comfortable-looking and well-kept.