“Don’t fall off your chair, Barnes!” laughed Mr. Morgan, “You’re going to reach bigger things than that in the wireless line, I predict.”
“There was one thing,” said Tom a little anxiously; “I have a friend, a chum, who knows almost as much as I do about the business.”
Mr. Mason took out his memorandum book.
“What is his name?” he inquired.
“Ben Dixon.”
“Very good. We’ll start him with a commission as substitute and relief man. I intended to send one of our men for the shift, but if you think this young Dixon can do the work, I will recommend him.”
“I am sure of it,” declared Tom.
“Good-bye, Barnes,” said Mr. Morgan, as he and his companion prepared to leave the tower. “I have a little something I wish to add to your bank account when you come up to the house again.”
“Please don’t mention such a thing, Mr. Morgan,” pleaded Tom.
“And, remember, call on me as a ready friend whenever I can help you in any way,” went on the gentleman; and then he and Mr. Mason went away.