strikers. They wanted me to join them. I refused, and—that's all, except that I'll bet they are worse off than I am, if it was four to one."
"Going to keep right on at your job?" inquired Ralph.
"Am I?" cried the undaunted Zeph. "Well, if anything would make me it would be this attack on me. Tell you, Fairbanks, hot times are coming. Forgan was on duty all night, and he told me this morning to advise you to be extra cautious in coming to work. The strikers are in an ugly mood, and they are going to make a bold break to smash up things to-day, they threaten."
"Yes," sighed Ralph, "affairs must come to a crisis sooner or later, I fear. Duty is plain, though. I shall stick to Griscom, and Griscom insists that he will stick to the road."
Mrs. Fairbanks looked anxious and frightened. Turning to enter the house, the young fireman started violently and his mother and Zeph uttered exclamations of excitement.
A terrific explosion had rent the air. Its echoes rang out far and wide, and its source seemed to be the railroad depot.
"Oh, Ralph!" what does that mean?" cried Mrs. Fairbanks.
"I fear," said Ralph seriously, "the strikers are rioting and the trouble has begun."
