“Sufferin’ snakes! And then he hired you after that?”
“Yes.”
“I’m by! You must have some kind of a hold on him, I reckon. This garage is a good place for a young fellow to start on the down grade. If you can work here and keep square you’re entitled to a medal. My name is Barton, Andy Barton. In case you bump into anything here where you think a little advice would help, call on me.”
“Much obliged, Andy. My name’s Owen Clancy, and I guess I’m to take hold as one of your helpers.”
“Ever worked with cars any?”
“Not in a garage. This is my first job.”
Andy Barton shook his head gruesomely.
“I reckon I hadn’t better talk to you much, just now,” said he. “The boss will want to do that. There he comes,” and Barton went back to his work.
Clancy looked around, and saw Rockwell just coming into the shop wing of the building.
“Getting the lay of the land, Clancy?” the garage man asked, pleasantly enough.