"Who can tell—he wants you to try. Has considerable faith in your abilities—as we have. He gives you two weeks at ten dollars a week. Here's your credentials—pass on any hand car, freight train, box or gondola, passenger coach, smoker or parlor car, locomotive, freight, switch or passenger, on the Great Northern and all its branches."
Ralph caught his breath short and quick. This remarkable dovetailing of events and prospects was rather exciting.
Having got rid of his budget of intelligence, Big Denny subsided somewhat. He had something more on his mind, however, and he began in a more serious way:
"And now, Fairbanks, for the real milk in the cocoanut."
"You don't mean to say this isn't all?"
"Scarcely. We might have taken care of you in a less complicated way, only that we made a certain discovery."
Ralph looked interested and expectant.
"It was this: Bardon, the inspector, Bardon, the ex-spy, is connected with Mr. Gasper Farrington."
Ralph said nothing. He recalled, however, the threat of the crafty old capitalist. His enemy had started in to use his influence.
