Mrs. Fairbanks took the interest money to a bank where she had been notified the note was deposited, paid the amount, received the note, and with a lightened heart contemplated the future.
Two mornings later, when Ralph entered the roundhouse, he was accosted by Limpy in a keen, quick way.
"Primping day, Fairbanks," said the lame helper. "You want to hustle."
"What are you getting at?" inquired Ralph.
"Inspection."
"That's new to me."
"So I'll explain. The inspector is on his tour, we got the tip to-day. Came up on the daylight mail."
"What does he inspect?"
"Everything from a loose drop of oil to a boiler dent. He is so beloved that the dog house crowd kick loose all the litter cans soon as he's gone, and so particular that he inspects the locomotives with a magnifying glass."
"Who is he?" inquired Ralph curiously.