ow, and I see you have something to tell."

The young engineer had, indeed, considerable to tell when the time
came to justify the disclosures. He was worried as to how he should
tell it, and to whom. Ralph sat down in the little vine-embowered
summer-house in the garden, and had a good hard spell of thought.
Then, as his hand went into his pocket and rested on the piece of
cloth with its enclosure which he had found in Fogg's bunker on
No. 999, he started from his seat, a certain firm, purposeful
expression on his face.

"I've got to do it," he said to himself, as he went along in the
direction of the home of Lemuel Fogg. "Somebody has got to take the
responsibility of the collision. Adams, the new station man at
Plympton, is innocent of any blame. It would be a terrible misfortune
for him to lose his job. Fogg has sickness in his family. The truth
coming out, might spoil all the future of that bright daughter of his.
As to myself--why, if worse comes to worse, I can find a place with my
good friends on the Short Line Railway down near Dover. I'm young, I'm
doing right in making the sacrifice, and I'm not afraid of the future.
Yes, it is a hard way for a fellow with all the bright dreams I've
had, but--I'm going to do it!"

The young engineer had made a grand, a mighty resolve. It was a severe
struggle, a hard, bitter sacrifice of self interest, but Ralph felt
that a great duty presented, and he faced its exactions manfully.

The home of Lemuel Fogg the fireman was about four blocks distant. As
Ralph reached it, he found a great roaring fire of brush and rubbish
burning in the side yard.

"A good sign, if that is a spurt of home industry with Fogg," decided
the young railroader. "He's tidying up the place. It needs it bad
enough," and Ralph glanced critically at the disordered yard.

Nobody was astir about the place. Ralph knew that Mrs. Fogg had been
very ill of late, and that there was an infant in the house. He
decided to wait until Fogg appeared, when he noticed the fireman way
down the rear alley. His back was to Ralph and he was carrying a rake.
Fogg turned into a yard, and Ralph started after him calculating that
the fireman was returning the implement to a neighbor. Just as Ralph
came to the yard, the fireman came out of it.

At a glance the young engineer noted a change in the face of Fogg that
both surprised and pleased him. The fireman looked fresh, bright and
happy. He was humming a little tune, and