Phil made no reply.
“I am. I’ll turn out whom I please and when I please. I’ve been in the business long enough to know when I’ve got a good thing. Where’s your rubber coat?” he demanded, changing the subject abruptly.
“I have none, sir. I shall get an outfit later.”
“No money, I suppose?”
“Well, no, sir.”
“Humph! Why didn’t you ask for some?”
“I did not like to.”
“You’re too modest. If you want a thing go after it. That’s my motto. Here’s ten dollars. Go downtown and get you a coat, and be lively about it. Wait a minute!” as Phil, uttering profuse thanks, started away to obey his employer’s command.
“Yes, sir.”
“About that act of yours. Did you think it out all yourself?”