think I can take care of myself. I do not believe the man you refer to will succeed in disturbing me here."
"He won't, if I can help it," muttered old Jack doughtily.
"Hello, there!" hailed Doc Bortree, the night-shift man, intruding his bulky form and big, jolly face through the trap.
Bortree was a general favorite. He carried an atmosphere of good nature always along with him.
"Well, kid," he hailed. "Busted anything to-day?"
"Not yet," answered Ralph gayly.
They sent him home forthwith. Ralph felt very happy as he descended the ladder from his first real day's service at the switch tower.
His work had gone smoothly, and he loved it. A spice of new interest had been injected into his personal affairs that day, and his mental conjectures were not unpleasant ones.
"I wonder if Mrs. Davis saw mother?" he mused, as he crossed the tracks, homeward bound. "Hello, a stowaway!"
Ralph halted, just passing a line of delayed freights. A great thumping was going on at the side door of the end car.
"Someone in there, sure," soliloquized Ralph.
