“What are they, Mr. Forgan?”
“First, it interrupts a regular run for you.”
“But I may not be away two days.”
“Next, it gives that Jim Evans a chance to take your place, and I don’t trust the man.”
“Neither do I,” said Ralph pointedly, “and I may have something important to tell you about him when I return.”
Ralph found Zeph industriously chopping kindling wood when he got back home again. The young fireman went into the house, explained his 44 new employment to his mother, and then called to Zeph.
“You wanted some work, Zeph,” he said to the farmer boy.
“Sure, I do,” cried Zeph with unction.
“Very well, I think I am authorized to offer you a dollar a day.”
“Steady job?” inquired Zeph eagerly.