“He works me half to death,” put in Bob. “He makes me get up at four o’clock every morning, Sundays included, and I don’t have five minutes to myself till it’s time to knock off, generally nine or ten o’clock at night.”
“I wouldn’t stay if I were you,” replied Frank Landes.
“I don’t intend to. I’m going to leave to-day.”
It was a sudden resolution on Bob’s part, but the youth meant it.
“Leave!” ejaculated Joel Carrow, in sudden alarm.
“Yes, leave.”
“Yer month ain’t up.”
“I don’t care.”
“I won’t pay yer a cent.”
“I don’t care for that, either. I’m going, and that’s all there is to it.”