spector came to Forgan. He'd got hold of the smashed roundhouse wall incident, and he had hold of the freight smash-up to-day. Said an example must be made, system must be preserved, at least a report to headquarters, and an investigation."
"What did Mr. Forgan say?" inquired Ralph.
"Listened—solemnly, didn't say a word."
"Oh!"
"Until Bardon asked him bluntly to lay you off."
"And then?"
"Refused—point-blank. Bardon left in a huff, with a threat; Tim gave me my point. I followed him. Well, soon as he gets back to Springfield he's going to get an order over Forgan's head to lay you off."
"Can he do it?"
"He won't do it."
"Why not?"
"For a simple reason."
"Which is?"
"We block his game. Have you got pen, ink and paper in the house?"
"Yes."
"Fetch it out."
Ralph wondered a little, but realized that he was in the hands of loyal friends.
