"Give it a voice, Limpy."
"He didn't do it."
"Didn't do what?"
"Run that engine into the wall."
"How do you know?"
"I saw him—he started her up, but shut her off, dead, before he jumped for the tracks and ran outside."
Ralph looked surprised, but pleased, Big Denny convinced, and the crowd tremendously interested.
On the outskirts of the crowd Ike Slump gave ear, perked up his face in a grimace, and a minute later sneaked out of the place.
"Saw the whole thing," declared Limpy. "Fellow in the next engine leaned over soon as Fairbanks left, slipped the lever, and let her drive."
"Who was it?" demanded the watchman indignantly.
"Slump, the scamp."
"Where is he?"
The crowd made a search, but it was unavailing—Ike Slump had "jumped his job" permanently, to all appearances, for his locker was empty.
The fireman came out of the office.
"She's all right," he announced to Denny,
