“Phew! What do you mean? Have you and the old man parted company?”
“We have.”
“It is a wonder he would let you go—he got so much work out of you.”
“He didn’t let me go. I ran away.”
Ben Barkley’s eyes opened widely.
“You don’t mean it!”
“I do! I’m tired of being his slave.”
“I don’t blame you a bit for leaving,” was Ben’s decided reply. “I know what a hard-hearted man he is.”
“I’m going to carve my own way to fortune.”
“What are you going to do?”