Away they went to inspect the engine. On the way they came face to face with Joe Hicks.
“Mr. Hicks,” said the foreman, “Merriwell reports that your truck center casting is broken.”
Old Joe’s face turned black, and he gave Frank an awful glare.
“It’s a lie!” he growled. “What’s that kid know about an engine! He makes me sick.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Hicks,” said Frank, quietly; “I really thought it better to report my discovery than to let you take the chance of being killed and wrecking the train by going out with her in such a condition.”
“Bah! You are trying to play smart, but you’ve made a fool of yourself.”
“Let’s see about it,” said Ganzell.
“My report is O. K.”
“I know it is, for I just looked it up.”
“That’s enough.”