"Why, what about?" asked Ralph.
"He'll be after you, next."
"Not until the first of next month, when the interest is due, I fancy," said Ralph. "I do not think Mr. Farrington has any interest in us outside of his semi-annual interest."
"He'll be nosing around, see if he isn't!" predicted Denny oracularly. "I've got a tip to give you, Fairbanks. I got the point yesterday. There's some talk of running a switch over to Bloomdale. If they do, they'll have to condemn a right of way, along where you live. Word to the wise, eh? nuff said!" and Denny departed, with a significant wink.
Ralph wondered if there was any real basis to Denny's intimation. He fancied it was only one of the rumors constantly floating around about prospective railroad improvements.
That evening, however, Ralph received a suggestion that put him on his guard, if nothing more.
He had gone down town to get some nails for Van, who was building a new chicken coop, when he met Grif Farrington.
"Just looking for you," declared Grif. "I say, Fairbanks, the old man is anxious to see you."
"Your uncle wants to see me?" repeated Ralph incredulously."
