Ralph, the Train Dispatcher; Or, The Mystery of the Pay Car

  CHAPTER XXII

  HOLDING THE FORT

  Ralph was a good deal startled at the statement of the man whom he hadhelped to some advantage, it seemed. He did not, however, show it. Theman was grateful to him, and Ralph counted on his relating somethingfurther.

  "I would be glad to have you tell me a little more about this business,"he said. "As I told you, I am a good deal interested in the welfare ofMr. Glidden."

  "Are, eh?" grinned the man. "So was I--in the wrong way. Just now itdoesn't matter one way or the other. The crowd Dorsett was working withhas set me adrift, and I've got nothing to expect from them. What is ityou want to know, guv'nor?"

  "Just this," answered Ralph--"any tricks they are up to that aren'tsquare."

  "Lots of those, guv'nor. Dorsett is bound to break up Glidden, if hecan."

  "I know that; I understand he has bought up a big claim against Mr.Glidden and will put it into execution tomorrow if it isn't paid."

  "That's right."

  "And it will put Mr. Glidden to a lot of costs to redeem his plant."

  "Say, guv'nor," here interrupted the man--"there'll be no redeeming inthe case."

  "Why not?"

  "Because the money isn't what Dorsett is after. He's got lots of that.He simply wants to squeeze Glidden so close that he'll holler and quit.He's bent on rooting out the plant entire. Then when he's got Gliddendown in the mud, he expects he'll sell him his secret chemical processfor a mere song."

  "The scoundrel!" exclaimed Ralph hotly.

  "I knew that long ago," coolly chuckled the fellow. "If you'reinterested, let me give you a tip."

  "I shall be thankful."

  "Get the lawyer to have some one stay all night at the plant."

  "There's the foreman, Bartlett, I understand."

  "Yes, day times. You do as I say."

  "I'll stay myself."

  "That might do. You are interested, aren't you, mightily? Then so am I.Say, inasmuch as I've blabbed a part of it, out with the whole, say I.There's going to be a raid on the factory, as I hinted to you, justafter midnight."

  "A raid?"

  "Exactly. To-morrow the time for Glidden to put up a bond or pay thefour thousand dollars expires."

  "Yes," replied Ralph, "and by ten o'clock, court time, it will be paid."

  "Too late."

  "Eh?"

  "Hours too late--nigh on to half a day too late."

  "Why do you say that?"

  "Because it's a fact."

  "In what way?"

  The man screwed his eyes up shrewdly as if he enjoyed making a cleverdisclosure. Then he said:

  "Dorsett has made an arrangement with a drunken justice of the peace inthe next township to open office at one minute after twelve, midnight.The justice will issue an execution. Inside of an hour Dorsett and hismen will be at the factory. They don't have to wait for court time. Theyintend to levy on the machinery only. They won't put a custodian incharge nor wait for redemption nor anything else. They'll simply rip outall those valuable tank machines and piping that cost a fortune, bid theplunder in at old junk prices and gobble up everything else beforeGlidden or his lawyer are awake and out of bed."

  "My man," spoke Ralph rapidly, and moved to indignation and excitementalmost beyond control, "are you sure of what you say?"

  "As I was, up to this morning, one of the men who was to help inwrecking the plant, I reckon I know what I'm talking about," answeredthe man.

  "I will pay you to take me up to the plant," said Ralph, "as quickly asyou can."

  "You'll pay me nothing," replied the other. "You needn't be afraid ofany trouble until midnight. Dorsett is too keen to overslip the law inany way. His men may hang around and dog your footsteps and spy aboutand all that, but they'll do no harm until Dorsett has the power rightin his hands. Then--look out."

  "Yes, indeed," said Ralph reflectively.

  His guide went with him until they came to the factory. Here he leftRalph, saying he was almost starved and must get a good meal.

  The factory was a grim-looking, isolated, one-story stone building. Oneend was rounded with brick and had heavy iron shutters. The front was akind of office. Behind it was an iron partition and a windowless stretchof factory room fully fifty feet in length.

  Ralph tried the front door and found it locked. In a minute or two,however, a big, stalwart man with a face of considerable character camefrom the inner room. He did not open the door, but stood at a window andcalled out:

  "What do you want?"

  "Are you Mr. Bartlett?" inquired Ralph.

  "That's me."

  "I am a friend to Mr. Glidden, and I come here from his lawyer."

  "Where's the proof of it? I don't know you," said Bartlett guardedly.

  "That's so," said Ralph, "and I am glad to find you so particular. Myname is Fairbanks, and I come from the brother of Mr. Glidden, atStanley Junction. I have a good deal to tell you, and wish you wouldcome out and talk with me or let me in to talk to you."

  "You say the lawyer knows you?" inquired Bartlett warily.

  "No, he doesn't, but his wife does."

  "We'll see about that--wait a minute."

  Ralph was made aware of the fact that the factory connected with thetown by telephone, as the foreman of the plant proceeded to aninstrument and took down the receiver. He could not hear theconversation that ensued, but very shortly Bartlett came to the door andinvited him in.

  "You're all right, and you're bringing some mighty good news, I hear,"he said heartily. "Sit down. I fancy that blatherskite, Dorsett, won'tsail so high tomorrow."

  "I fancy not, if things are done straight," said Ralph, "but I justlearned something that worries me a good deal."

  "What is that?"

  Ralph told his story in detail. He recited what his tramp acquaintancehad imparted to him. The sturdy foreman knit his brows, but he did notscare a bit. He walked slowly over to a closet, took out a newWinchester rifle, laid it across the top of the desk, and said quietly:

  "I've got orders to admit no one here without an order from the lawyerup to ten o'clock tomorrow morning. The man who gets in before that timeon any other conditions will be a dandy, I can tell you that."

  Ralph requested permission to use the telephone. He got in communicationwith the lawyer's wife and told her of his new discoveries. Her husbandhad not yet returned, but as soon as he appeared she told Ralph shewould send him up to the plant. Ralph informed her that he would notleave the factory until he heard from the lawyer.

  It was getting dusk when a small boy came to the office door. He carrieda basket and a note, which, after due challenge, Bartlett took into hispossession. The lawyer's wife had sent them a steaming hot supper, andtold Ralph in the note to hold the fort, as she felt certain that herhusband would arrive at Derby on either the eight or ten o'clock train.

  Half an hour later, after they had lighted up, the foreman approachedthe door cautiously as some one else knocked at it.

  "Who's there?" he demanded.

  "No one you know. The young fellow in there knows me, though. Tell himto look out of the window."

  Ralph pulled aside the shade and peered out, recognizing his trampacquaintance of the afternoon.

  "It's the man who told me about this plot of Dorsett's," he said.

  "One of the same gang, eh? I dunno," remarked Bartlett dubiously. "Ain'the a dangerous customer to let inside here?"

  "He seems friendly, and he may have something more to tell us,"responded Ralph. "I hardly think we'll take much risk admitting him."

  "Well, it's just as you say, then."

  "Yes, let him in," directed Ralph.

  He regarded his tramp friend with some surprise and curiosity as theforeman admitted him. The man had got a clean shave and his face patchedup, and apparently had a very satisfactory meal inside of him, for hewas blandly cheerful and complacent.

  "Saw three of our friends on my way here," he said to Ralph.

  "You mean Dorsett's friends?"


  "Yes. Two of them were down by the turnpike, probably watching to see ifthe lawyer or others might come here. The other fellow I spied hangingaround the furnace room. He was on the roof once, but he just sneakedaway."

  "What did you come here for?" inquired Bartlett bluntly.

  "Oh, I took a kind of fancy to this young fellow. He did me a kind turn,and I'd like to return the compliment. Thought maybe there might be aruction later, and if there is, I'm on your side. So count on me."

  With a grin and chuckle the speaker bunched up a fist that resembled ahuge knot of mahogany.

  "I think I had better 'phone the lawyer's wife again," suggested Ralphafter a moment of thought. "Those fellows lurking around here might dothe lawyer some harm."

  Ralph went to the telephone. As he took down the receiver and applied itto his ear his expert knowledge of telegraphy gave him a quickintuition.

  "Hello," he said, "we're off the circuit. Worse than that--theinstrument is dead."

  "Is that so?" said the tramp. "Then it explains what that sneakingfellow was doing on the roof. They've cut the telephone wires."