“No, I don’t.”
“It’s so. Jack was coming to work to-morrow. It ain’t fair to take the bread out of a fellow’s mouth like that,” growled Dick Lenning.
“I fancy Mr. Islen gave me my position—” Jerry ventured.
“Oh! So it was the boss put you in. Well, it ain’t fair anyway. Where do you come from—Brooklyn?”
“No, Lakeview.”
“Never heard of it. Must be some country village. You look like a hayseed.”
As Dick Lenning spoke he gazed around to see if Mr. Grice had gone. Then he added in a whisper:
“You have to set up the drinks for the crowd before you can work here, see?”
“Drinks,” repeated our hero.
“Sure; all the new hands do that.”