"Well, some day, when I am in a position to do so, I"m going to have Mr.
Gasper Farrington hauled into court about the matter," observed Ralph.
"If he has anything belonging to my mother and me, we want it."
"It seems to me you ought to find something among your father"s papers shedding light on the subject?" suggested Denny.
"It looks as if my father had had blind confidence in Mr. Farrington,"
said Ralph.
"Yes, the old fox has a way of winding himself around his victims,"
declared the outspoken watchman. "I remember a fellow he wound up good and proper, about three years ago."
"Who was that?" asked Ralph.
"His name was Farwell Gibson. He got the railroad fever, sold his farm, came to the Junction, and he and Farrington had some deals. They had a big row one night, too, and Farrington threw Gibson out of his house, and some windows were broken. The neighbors heard Gibson accuse Farrington of robbing him. Next day, though, Farrington swore out a warrant against Gibson for forgery, and Gibson has never been seen since. Maybe," concluded Big Denny, "he killed him."
"Oh, he wouldn"t do that!"
"Gasper Farrington has a heart as hard as flint," said Denny, "and would do anything for money."
"Farwell Gibson," murmured Ralph, memorizing the name.
When quitting-time came that evening, Ralph left the roundhouse alone, Limpy having been sent with a message to the depot.
As usual, he saved distance by following the tracks where they curved, then at a certain point cut through the unfenced back yards of some small stores fronting the depot street.
Beyond this was a prairie. Turning a heap of ties to take a last straight shoot for home, Ralph found his progress abruptly blocked.
"Thought we"d get you!" announced a familiar voice, and Ike Slump stepped into view.
CHAPTER XVII--THE BATTLE BY THE TRACKS
"What do you want?" demanded Ralph.
He did not at all look as if his hour had come, but he backed to a commanding position against the pile of ties, as half a dozen hoodlum companions of Ike Slump followed their leader into sight.
"Peel!" said Ike importantly, and he began to roll up his sleeves.
"I"m comfortable," suggested Ralph easily. "By the way, Ike, your father is looking for you."
"Never you mind about my affairs," retorted Ike. "It"s you I"ve been waiting for, it"s you I"ve got, and it"s you I"m going to lick."
"What for?" asked Ralph.
"What for?" echoed Ike derisively--"hear him, fellows!"
"Ho! hear him!" echoed the motley crew at Ike"s heels.
"I told you at the roundhouse that I"d pay you off, didn"t I?" demanded Ike.
"I think I remember."
"Well, I"m going to do it."
"Here? And now?"
"Precisely."
"You insist that I"ve done something to be paid off for?"
"Yes. You insulted me."
"How?"
This was a poser. Ike was silent.
"Tell you, Slump," said Ralph, setting down his dinner pail. "You"re just spoiling to do something mean. I never did you an injury, and I would like to do you some good, if I could. You"re in bad company. You had better leave it and go home to your father. If you won"t take advice, and are bound to force me to the wall--why, I"ll do my share."
At Ralph"s allusion to the company Ike kept, two of the biggest of his cohorts sprang forward.
"Your turn later," said Ike. "This is my personal affair just now."
"You will force things?" questioned Ralph calmly.
"What! Do you mean will I let you off? Nixy! No baby act, Fairbanks!
Peel, and put up your fists."
"Very well," said Ralph. "I think I can manage you with my coat on."
Ralph was not a particle in doubt as to the ultimate result of the "sc.r.a.p." He had gone through a half-vacation course of splendid athletic training, and his muscles were as hard as iron. Not so cigarette-smoking, loose-jointed Ike Slump.
"That for that sand trick!" announced Ike. "And that"s for dodging that waste ball."
So sure was Ike of landing on Ralph"s nose with one fist, that he supplemented his first announcement with the second one as his other fist circled to take Ralph on the side of the head.
Ralph did not dodge. He inwardly laughed at Ike"s clumsy tactics. With one hand he warded off both blows, drew back his free fist, and let it drive.
"Ugh!" said Ike Slump.
As Ralph"s knotty knuckles took him under the chin, there was a snap, a whirl, and Ike Slump keeled clear off his balance and sat down on the ground.
It was done so quickly and so neatly that Ike"s cohorts were too astonished to move.
"Get up--go for him!" directed the biggest boy in the gang.
"I can"t!" bellowed Ike, spitting out a tooth--"he"s cracked my jaw. He had a spike in his hand!"