CHAPTER XXIV.
FRANK EXACTS A PROMISE.
The very next day old Joe appeared at the roundhouse, although his week was not up. He took care to keep out of Ganzell’s sight, but he hung around.
“Phwat th’ divvil is he up to?” asked Larry Logan. “He’s apt to git another wake off av th’ ould marn sees him.”
Some of the men spoke to old Joe, but he snarled at them in reply, so they quickly decided to let him alone.
Hicks was seen in the vicinity of 33, and Logan got a fancy that he contemplated some trick with the engine.
Frank Merriwell was busy at work, and he paid no attention to his enemy.
Hicks showed he was still drinking, for he was in his shirt sleeves, not even having worn a coat to the roundhouse.
Frank’s work often took him outside the building, sometimes to turn the table, sometimes to do other things.
No. 33 was being run by a spare man, who appeared as the time approached for her to go out. The fireman was on hand in advance, and had steam up.
It happened that Frank Merriwell was on his way to the roundhouse from another building when the time came for old Joe’s engine to come out. He was walking near the track just as 33 glided out of the door.