“He says the hours are too long, and the added responsibility more than the added salary. He says he’s contented where he is.”
“Ho!” said Reddy. “Reached his limit jest like me, an’ knows it. Well, it’s a wise man that knows when to let well enough alone.”
But Mamie’s face suddenly gleamed with understanding, and she jumped from her seat and rushed around the table to Allan’s side.
“I know!” she cried. “I know! Oh, you stupid people! Don’t you see? Allan’s to be chief dispatcher!”
They were all on their feet now.
“What, Allan! Is it?” cried Jack, incoherently.
“Yes,” answered Allan, “I guess it is.”
Jack came over to him and put his hands on his shoulders.
“Eight year ago to-day,” he said, looking him in the eyes. “I’m proud of ye, me boy. But I don’t need t’ tell ye that.”
“And he’ll make the best chief this division ever had,” added Reddy with conviction. “Where’s my hat?”