"Confound you!" he hissed. "Oh, I'll get you yet!"
"I'm here," said Ralph. "What's up. You said sand was good for the bell. Is it?"
"Say, you wait! oh, say, you wait!" foamed Ike.
Both worked their way simultaneously into the cabs, the upper wiping- done. Ralph watched his fellow-worker. The locomotives had been dumped, but there was still enough steam to run them to bed.
"Soon as I run her in," announced Ike malevolently across the two-foot space between the engines, "I'm going to jump my job."
Ralph said nothing. Ike had put his hand on the lever, intending evidently to slow back the locomotive to its stall. Ralph was expected to do the same with the other engine.
"But I'll be laying for you at quitting time, and with the bunch, don't you forget it!" supplemented Ike.
Ralph gave the lever a touch, the wheels started, but instantly he shut off steam.
Glancing sideways and out through the open front of the roundhouse, his eyes met a sight that would have paralyzed some people, but which acted on his impetuous nature like a shock of electricity.
