“How is that arm of yours this morning?”
“Not quite as well as I would like it to be.”
“I called you up to tell you that you will probably hear from the general superintendent this forenoon,” continued Mr. Little.
“About last night’s affair I suppose?”
“In a line with that, yes. He was with me for over three hours last night, and he’s pretty well stirred up. Your injured arm will be a good excuse for canceling your run for a few days.”
“But I have no idea of canceling my run,” declared Ralph. “I’ll have that arm in working shape when the Overland pulls out today.”
“I’m giving you a hint, that’s all,” answered the paymaster. “I feel pretty sure the superintendent intends to schedule you for special duty.”
[CHAPTER VIII—THE OLD SWITCH SHANTY]
Ralph came out of the house with a thoughtful look on his face. His arm was in a sling and he quite looked the invalid. His mother followed him to the door.
“You see, I was the wisest,” spoke Mrs. Fairbanks.