Knight came through the trap, the local reporter at his heels.
"What's been going on here?" demanded the veteran towerman, with a glance at the broken window panes.
Ralph glanced at the reporter. That individual had a paper tab in his hand all covered with notes, and looked eager and expectant.
"If our friend here will excuse our attention to railroad business strictly, I will try to tell you," said Ralph.
"Certainly," nodded the reporter, but disappointedly, as Ralph took Knight to the end of the room and a low-toned conversation ensued.
The same was interspersed with sensational, startling ejaculations of wild excitement, such a vivid play of interest and wonder on the part of old Jack, that the reporter wriggled in a kind of professional torment. He knew that Ralph must have a graphic story to relate.
"Mr. Fairbanks," he said anxiously, as the two terminated their conversation, "I hope you will give me a brief interview."
"Really, I couldn't think of it," answered Ralph, with a genial smile. "A tiger escaped from the circus and hid in the switch tower. That's about the facts of the case."
"You're a deal too modest," snorted old Jack.
