The visitor was Zeph Dallas, the farmer boy.
CHAPTER V
ON SPECIAL DUTY
Ralph entered the house glad of an opportunity to interview the farmer boy, who had been in his thoughts considerably during the day.
“Mr. Dallas, this is my son, Ralph,” said Mrs. Fairbanks, as the young fireman came into the parlor.
The visitor arose from his chair in an awkward, embarrassed fashion. He flushed and stammered as he grasped Ralph’s extended hand.
“Brought you a sack of potatoes and some apples,” he said. “Neighbor gave me a lift in his wagon.”