"h.e.l.lo!" laughed Denny, turning to confront the sphinx-like helper, whose taciturnity was proverbial. "You"ll be making a speech, next!"
"Yes," bolted out the lame helper, very much agitated over his own unusual temerity.
"Give it a voice, Limpy."
"He didn"t do it."
"Didn"t do what?"
"Run that engine into the wall."
"How do you know?"
"I saw him--he started her up, but shut her off, dead, before he jumped for the tracks and ran outside."
Ralph looked surprised, but pleased, Big Denny convinced, and the crowd tremendously interested.
On the outskirts of the crowd Ike Slump gave ear, perked up his face in a grimace, and a minute later sneaked out of the place.
"Saw the whole thing," declared Limpy. "Fellow in the next engine leaned over soon as Fairbanks left, slipped the lever, and let her drive."
"Who was it?" demanded the watchman indignantly.
"Slump, the scamp."
"Where is he?"
The crowd made a search, but it was unavailing--Ike Slump had "jumped his job" permanently, to all appearances, for his locker was empty.
The fireman came out of the office.
"She"s all right," he announced to Denny, "but the old man"s terribly broken up. Better go in and give him a word."
"All right," said Denny--"you come, too, Fairbanks."
"I"d rather not," said Ralph--"I"ve got work to do."
"You take a rest and eat your dinner before you do anything else,"
advised the big watchman.
The noon whistle sounded just then and dispersed the crowd. Ralph went over to a bench and brought out his dinner pail.
His arm was sore and smarting, but he was not at all seriously crippled, and he sat thoughtfully eating his lunch and wondering how the damage to the wall would be repaired.
Ralph noticed the two engineers leave the office, then Big Denny. The latter had hold of the hand of little Nora.
He led the way up to Ralph. Limpy had just taken his seat on the other end of the bench.
"I"m going to take her home," said the watchman. "Nora, do you know who this young gentleman is?"
The little girl looked still pale and frightened, but except for the torn dress and hat and a dark bruise on her forehead seemed none the worse for her recent perilous experience.
"No, sir," she said shyly.
"It"s Ralph Fairbanks. He saved your life."
"Oh, sir! did you? did you?" she cried, running up to Ralph. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, the tears running down her cheeks. "When I tell mamma, she"ll come down and thank you, too!" she continued and then pa.s.sed on.
Ralph was affected by the incident. His heart warmed up as he reflected how the tide of feeling had changed towards him in the past hour. Then, reaching for his lunch pail, his hand unexpectedly came in contact with a big, juicy square of pie. The lame helper had disappeared.
It was a further tribute from that strange, silent man, and it told Ralph unmistakably that beyond that grim wall of reserve was probably hidden a heart of gold.
The excitement and rough usage of the morning had used up Ralph considerably. He felt the need of fresh air, put aside his dinner pail, and started for the outside.
Just then, the helper came across to him from the direction of the little office.
"Wanted," he said sententiously. "Foreman wants to see you."
CHAPTER XIV--RALPH FAIRBANKS" REQUEST
Ralph felt the sense of a crisis strong upon him. Circ.u.mstances had given some stormy features to the morning"s progress, but had cleared the air generally.
He believed, all told, that he had carried off the honors quite creditably, and was in a measure master of the situation.
When he came to the office door it was partly open, but he knocked.
"Come in," spoke the foreman"s voice, a good deal toned down from its usual accents of asperity.
Tim Forgan stood over near the window, his back turned to Ralph. His hands, clasped behind him, fumbled nervously. He was palpably in a disturbed mood, and from the vague view Ralph had of his side face he noted it was pale and anxious-looking.
"Sit down," directed the foreman. He stood in the same position for nearly a minute. Then very abruptly he turned, came up to Ralph, extended his hand as if with an effort, and said, almost brokenly:
"Fairbanks, I want to thank you for what you have done for me and mine."
"I am glad I did it," answered Ralph simply.
The foreman sank into a chair, started to speak, arose, paced the floor restlessly, finally halted in front of Ralph, and looked him squarely in the face.
"Fairbanks," he said, "I believe I have done you an injustice. Don"t answer. Let me speak while the mood is on me. I am a proud man, and it"s hard for me to root out my settled suspicions. I won"t say they are all gone yet, but after what has happened it would be wrong and churlish for me to hold back what is on my lips. When you came here this morning, I was satisfied that you came here as a spy upon my actions."
"Oh, Mr. Forgan!" explained Ralph involuntarily.
"And I prepared to treat you as a spy. I have had trouble with the master mechanic, off and on--that is, we are rivals in the race for the presidency of the local labor council, and Ike Slump"s father, when I told him about your card from the master mechanic, scented a plot at once."
"Why, Mr. Forgan!" exclaimed Ralph in amazement, "I never saw the master mechanic until night before last, then only for less than two minutes, and my meeting with him was purely accidental."