jealous of this man. He marveled at the hold this fellow must have over the Dillons, to have persuaded the usually shrewd and stubborn Pop to leave town at the time of this crisis in the affairs of the Crosstown Railways. For an instant he had an impulse, since both Jane and Pop were apparently resolved to let Carter get away with his underhanded work, to abandon them to their fate.
But Speedy was a fighter. And he was deeply fond of Jane and Pop. He generously attributed their yielding to Carter as due to their lack of knowledge of the man's true character. Speedy threw back his shoulders and stuck out his chin. He would battle this thing out in spite of what he knew was a very clever enemy, battle it out all alone if necessary.
He attempted to take Jane by the arm, but she stepped away from him.
"Listen, Jane," he coaxed. "Mr. Carter can fool you, and maybe Pop, but I've got the goods on him and he's not going to get away with anything around here. Who's this fellow who's supposed to be running the car tomorrow?"
Carter replied, "He's a very competent man and he'll be here promptly in the morning."
"Is his name Callahan?" Speedy snapped significantly.
Carter started, paled a little. He recovered.
"No, that doesn't happen to be the name," Carter explained.
"But he works for Callahan—and you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," said
