"Yes, Mr. Clan," was the boy's reply, "that is, if the Bureau is willing."
"That will depend entirely on the work you do. I didn't see your papers personally, but I understand you received a high rating, and that you have had a good deal to do with figures.—That is, for a youngster," he added, noting the youthfulness of the lad standing before him.
"Yes, sir, I have," answered Hamilton.
"What made you think of taking this work up?" was the next question.
"Because I like it, sir."
The divisional chief leaned back in his chair, put his fingers together in characteristic attitude, and smiled.
"Eh," he said, "you are sure you will like the work?"
"Quite, sir," said Hamilton in his decided way. "I looked it all over, and I know."
"You will be less sure of the future when you are older," the Scotchman said, "but if you 'know,' there's nothing more to be said. I'm going to put you under the care of Mr. Burns, and he will instruct you further in the work."
"But, Mr. Clan—" began the boy.