CHAPTER XIII
THE "BLACK HAND"
Lemuel Fogg's opponents scrambled to their feet and sneaked off immediately. The fireman turned his back upon them, and strode down the sidewalk in the direction of the Fairbanks' home with a stormy and disturbed expression on his face.
"Trouble, Mr. Fogg?" intimated the young railroader, as the fireman approached him.
"No," dissented Fogg vigorously, "the end of trouble. "I'm sorry to lose my temper, lad, but those ruffians were the limit. They know my sentiments now."
"They were Hall and Wilson, I noticed," suggested Ralph.
"Yes," returned the fireman, "and two worse unhung rascals never walked. They came about you. Say, Mr. Fairbanks," continued Fogg excitedly, "It wasn't so bad tackling me as a sort of comrade, considering that I had been foolish enough to train with them once, but when they mentioned
