CHAPTER X
FIRE!
Lemuel Fogg gave a violent start as he received the parcel from Ralph's hand. His face fell and the color deserted it. The package unrolled in his grasped, and he let it drop to the ground. Two square sheets of green colored mica rolled out from the bundle.
"Fairbanks!" spoke the fireman hoarsely, his lips quivering—"you know?"
"I surmise a great deal," replied Ralph promptly, "and I want to say nothing more about it.
"But—"
"I have figured it all out. Adams, the station man at Plympton, has a family. You are going to turn over a leaf, I have decided to take all the blame for the collision on the siding. I shall see the master mechanic within an hour and settle everything. I am going to resign my position with the Great Northern road."
The fireman's jaws dropped at this amazing
