CHAPTER XIV
RALPH FAIRBANKS' REQUEST
Ralph felt the sense of a crisis strong upon him. Circumstances 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, ex-
