“You’re using it all right,” muttered Riley.
“Do I get the job?”
“You do. Start tomorrow at eight in the photographic department under Fred Orris. Twenty-five dollars per week. You’ve made a spectacular beginning, Evans, but I’m giving you fair warning. Follow it up with good steady work if you expect to remain on the Ledger payroll!”
CHAPTER III
COVERING THE FIGHT
The late afternoon and night editions of the Ledger carried Jimmy’s pictures on the front page, giving prominent space to his eye-witness account of the Jovitch-Morgan capture. At the Evans cottage there was high jubilation, and until long after midnight neighbors dropped in to congratulate him upon his success.
Yet as Jimmy entered the newspaper office at a quarter to eight the next morning, he had a feeling that already both he and his pictures were forgotten. As he passed through the news room, only a few reporters turned their heads to regard him with curious stares.
In the photographic department adjoining the wire-photo room, a man in a rumpled shirt sat with one leg thrown carelessly over the edge of a desk. Jimmy approached him hesitantly.
“Are you Mr. Orris?”
“No, I’m Joe Wells, just another flunky around this joint. Fred will be along any minute. I take it you’re the flashy kid Riley was raving about yesterday?”
“Raving at, you mean,” grinned Jimmy. “He didn’t like the way I held him up for a job.”