"Strictly. You are not to come near the roundhouse for a good many days. They've got it in for you, and Tim Forgan and I are going to rout 'em, horse and harness!"
"Rout whom?"
"Bardon and Farrington."
Ralph started at this mention of his capitalist enemy.
"Mr. Farrington?" he repeated.
"Yes, old Farrington."
"What has he got to do with it?"
"Everything," declared Denny expansively—"everything! The company is going to lay you off."
"Very well," commented Ralph quietly.
"Pending an investigation of the smash up of this afternoon."
"I apprehended it."
"Do you know what that means?" cried Denny, growing excited—"red tape. Do you know what red tape means? Delay, bother, no satisfaction, tire you out, get you out, throw you out! They catch weasels asleep, though, ha! ha! when they try it on two old war-horses like Tim and me!"
Big Denny hugged himself in the enjoyment of some pleasing idea not yet fully expressed.
"Here's the program," he went on: "the in-
