“Good God!” broke in the old man. “You don’t know for sure—you’re twenty-five years old, and you don’t know where you’re going!”
“Yes, I know where I’m going—to Heaven by and by!” This was his satirical reply.
“Oh, fasten down; get hold of something that matters. Now, listen to me. I want you to do one thing—the thing I ought to do and can’t. I must stay here now that Fabian’s gone. I want you to go to the Madawaska River.”
“No, I won’t go to the Madawaska,” replied Carnac after a long pause, “but”—with sudden resolution—“if it’s any good to you, I’ll stay here in the business, and you can go to the Madawaska. Show me what to do here; tell me how to do it, and I’ll try to help you out for a while—if it can be done,” he added hastily. “You go, but I’ll stay. Let’s talk it over at supper.”
He sighed, and turned and gazed warmly at the sunset on the roofs of the city; then turned to his father’s face, but it was not the same look in his eyes.
CHAPTER V. CARNAC AS MANAGER
Carnac was installed in the office, and John Grier went to the Madawaska. Before he left, however, he was with Carnac for near a week, showing the procedure and the main questions that might arise to be solved.
“It’s like this,” said Grier in their last talk, “you’ve got to keep a stiff hand over the foremen and overseers, and have strict watch of Belloc & Co. Perhaps there will be trouble when I’ve gone, but, if it does, keep a stiff upper lip, and don’t let the gang do you. You’ve got a quick mind and you know how to act sudden. Act at once, and damn the consequences! Remember, John Grier’s firm has a reputation, and deal justly, but firmly, with opposition. The way it’s organized, the business almost runs itself. But that’s only when the man at the head keeps his finger on the piston-rod. You savvy, don’t you?”
“I savvy all right. If the Belloc firm cuts up rusty, I’ll think of what you’d do and try to do it in the same way.”