“On the dot—and another thing—I hear that the conductors have definitely refused to join the strike. I guess they see which way the wind’s blowin’.”
“I’m glad of that—if all the brotherhoods were as sensible.”
“Oh, they’ll make you pay fer it the next time they have a grievance,” said Stanley, with a grin. “They’ll remind you how they stood by you, and so will the brakemen.”
Evening came, and with it, Jack. Allan heard him coming up the stairs, and called to him to come in before he had time to knock.
“Come in and sit down,” said Allan. “How’s everything out on the line?”
“Foine as silk. An’ it certainly does me good t’ see you settin’ up. That doctor’s all right.”
“Oh, it wasn’t the doctor,” cried Allan. “Jack, don’t you know—didn’t they tell you?”
Jack’s honest face was a-gleam, as he took Allan’s outstretched hand.
“Yes,” he said, “they told me. An’ it’s a happy man I am, Allan West—happier ’n I ever thought I could be!”