“And here’s my best wishes, my boy. Now go home and go to bed. I’ll be at Wadsworth in a day or two, and will tell you then what I think about your work.”
“All right; thank you. Good-bye.”
Allan closed his key with a click, and as he did so, he was conscious of a throng around his desk. He looked up to see all the employees on duty and some who weren’t on duty, but who had been got out of bed by the disturbance, crowding around him.
“Shake!” they said. “Of course we heard that,” and Allan gripped one hand after another, his eyes shining.
“Thank you, boys,” was all he could say. “Thank you.”
He rejoined Jack and Reddy, at last, at the foot of the stairs.
“Just one more errand and then I’m ready to go home,” he said.
“Seems to me they allers is one more,” rejoined Jack. “What is it now?”
“The fellow who blew up the freight-house wants to see me.”