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CHAPTER XIII

MAKING HIS WAY

Denny confronted the roundhouse foreman, an obstructing block in his path. He was one of the heaviest men in the service, built like an ox, and immensely good-natured.

Just now, however, he was also immensely excited and serious, and the crowd stared at him curiously, and at Forgan in an astonished way.

"This is none of your business. Don't you interfere, don't you try to shield that miserable blunderer!" shouted the foreman.

"Hold on, Tim," advised the watchman, putting out his big arm, and abruptly checking Forgan in a forward dash.

"Do you know what he's done!" howled Forgan.

"Do you?"

"Do I"

"I guess you don't, Tim," said Big Denny quietly. "Just you cool down. This way, boys" called the watchman into the crowd at his heels. "Keep cool, Tim—there's no harm done, Rh