it in? No slouch privilege firing this magnificent king of the road, I'm thinking, and you ought to think so, too."
"Huh!" snapped Fogg, "it'll be kid luck, if we get through."
"Oho! there's where the shoe pinches, is it?" bantered the old railroad veteran. "Come, be fair, Fogg. You was glad to win your own spurs when you were young."
"All right, mind the try-out, you hear me!" snorted Fogg ungraciously. "You mind your own business."
"Say," shot out Griscom quickly, as he caught a whiff from Fogg's lips, "you be sure you mind yours—and the rules," he added, quite sternly, "I advise you not to get too near the furnace."
"Eh, why not?"
"Your breath might catch fire, that's why," announced Griscom bluntly, and turned his back on the disgruntled fireman.
Ralph had not caught this sharp cross-fire of repartee. His mind had been intently fixed on his task. He had started up the locomotive slowly, but now, clearing the depot switches, he pulled the lever a notch or two, watching carefully ahead. As the train rounded a curve to an air line, a series of brave hurrahs along the side
