"Eh? hold on—this interests me!" and Forgan proceeded to inspect the contents of the bag. "That's bad!" he commented with knit brows. A leak like that shows something rotten on the inside! Tell me more about this affair, Fairbanks."
Ralph fancied he now understood the mission of the tramp who was in such close touch with Ike Slump, and also the reason why Slump's dinner pail was so heavy.
He did not, however, impart his suspicions to the foreman. The latter muttered something about the thing being important, and that he must look into it deeper, as Ralph stated that he had been assaulted, by a gang of hoodlums who had left the bag of fittings behind them.
"Who are they?" questioned the foreman.
"I don't know their names."
"Was Ike Slump among them?" shrewdly interrogated Forgan.
"I don't care to say," answered Ralph.
"You needn't, I can guess the rest. Only don't forget what you do know if somebody higher up asks about this matter. I'm responsible here, and a leak in the supply department has dished more than one foreman. Thank you. Fairbanks—thank you again," added the foreman with real sentiment in glance and accents.
