full of sand. Then he started back the way he had come.
As he did so, he observed the foreman turn into the passage in front of him.
Ralph was due to pass by him, for the foreman was pursuing his way at a leisurely gait, but Ralph did nothing of the sort.
He guessed considerable and anticipated more from the recent suspicious movements of his temporary master, and smiled slightly, allowing the foreman to precede him.
As Tim Forgan stepped through the doorway leading into the roundhouse, that happened which Ralph Fairbanks had foreseen.
His enemy, lying in wait there to "christen" his new work suit as he had threatened, let drive, never doubting but that the approaching footsteps were those of Ralph.
With a dripping swush the ball of waste and grease cut through the air and took the roundhouse foreman squarely in the face.
