"From the Junction?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
"What's the name?"
"Fairbanks--Ralph Fairbanks."
"Oh," said the master mechanic quickly, as if he recognized the name. "We'll remember you, Fairbanks. If I can do anything for you----"
"You can, sir." The words were out of Ralph's mouth before he intended it. "I want to learn railroading."
"Learn!" chuckled Griscom--"why! the way you worked that lever----"
"Which you needn't dwell on," interrupted the master mechanic, a harsh disciplinarian on principle. "He had no right in your locomotive, I suppose you know, and rules say you are liable for a lay off."
Griscom kept on chuckling.
"We'll forget that, though. Where do you want to start, Fairbanks?"