"Only," answered Ralph, "that he wrote to my father last week."
"He--wrote--" choked out Farrington, "last week--to your father--Farwell Gibson!"
The information was the capping climax. The old man uttered a groan, fell over, carrying the chair he grasped with him, and lay on the porch floor in a fit.
[CHAPTER XIX--IKE SLUMP'S FRIENDS]
When Ralph reached home after his exciting half-hour with Gasper Farrington, he was considerably wrought up.
He had called for assistance at the Farrington home as soon as its owner went down in a fit, a servant had hurried to the porch, between them they got Farrington into the house and on a couch, a physician was telephoned for, and as soon as he saw returning signs of consciousness on the part of his host and discerned that his condition was not really serious, Ralph left the place.
Van had gone to bed, and Ralph found his mother alone. They sat in the little parlor, conversing. Mrs. Fairbanks was very much perturbed at Ralph's recital of his sensational encounter with Gasper Farrington.
"I fear he is an evil man, Ralph," she said, with anxiety. "He has power, and he will not hesitate to misuse it."
"He seems to be determined to drive us out of Stanley Junction," said Ralph. "And I fear he may succeed."
"Not while I have you to care for and your interests to protect!" declared Ralph, with vim. "That old man has aroused the fighting blood in me, mother, and I'll see this thing through, and stay right on the spot, if I have to peddle papers for a living. But don't you worry about his getting me discharged. I have made some friends in the railroad business, and I believe they will stick by me."