But Johnson showed fight. His was an important train in the Chicago suburban service, and his passengers were important merchants and manufacturers--big shippers. They got together, under Johnson's supervision, and made the hair on the heads of the traffic men turn gray. Those fellows were Johnson's friends, and they were not going to see the N---- turn out a faithful employee. Johnson said that he had not stolen, and Johnson was not the sort to lie. It might do the N---- good to send some tonnage over to the M----. The traffic department and the operating locked horns, as ofttimes they do on roads, both big and little. Traffic won. The superintendent lost, Johnson went back to his job, and the road put on a checking system that made its conductors wonder if they had held convict records. That case was an exception. There are not many superintendents who are compelled to back water, mighty few Johnsons among the thousands of conductors across the land. We are still in that superintendent's office in Jersey City. The boss's smile is gone. A big railroader just in from the line, his jeans covered with engine grease, shuffles into the place and stands before the super, hat in hand, like a naughty boy ready to be whipped. The superintendent speaks in a few low sentences to him, makes a notation on an envelope. The big man trembles in front of the little. A bit of a smile comes to the lips of the boss. "You think of the wife and the kiddies first next time," he says. "Good-bye and good luck to you. I'm not much for lecturings," he adds, after the man has gone. A little later he begins to explain. "That big fellow had to be disciplined. There was no two ways about it for either of us. He's an engine-man, got a good train, too; but he's been running signals. We've caught him twice on test. We can't stand for that. Suppose we have a nasty smash and the coroner's jury begins to ask nosey questions? I had to put black on his envelope." He goes into further detail. In other days he would have been forced, in order to uphold his discipline, to suspend the engineer for from five days to two weeks--the punishment preceding discharge. There was a possibility--disagreeable to the superintendent--that the engineer's family might have been crowded for sufficient food for a fortnight. Some of those fellows live pretty close to the proposition all the while. Nowadays the offender is demerited--once again like the schoolboy. That is what the superintendent meant by that reference to the envelope, the road's record of the man's service with it.