Just as Tom finished, a figure darkened the doorway.
“I'm ready to go, sir,” announced Tim Griggs.
“Go where?” inquired Harry.
“I've fired Griggs,” observed Tom Reade.
“What! After all that he did for you the other night?” demanded Hazelton, aghast. “After the man saved your—”
“Oh, I'm quite satisfied to be fired, Mr. Hazelton,” Tim Griggs broke in. “In fact, I'm very grateful to Mr. Reade. He has certainly given me a big boost forward in the world.”
“What are you going to do now, Griggs?” Harry asked.
“You'd better address him as 'Mr. Griggs,' Harry,” Tom hinted. “He is a foreman now, at six dollars a day, and entitled to his Mister.”
“Foreman?” Harry repeated, while Gregg's grin broadened.
“Yes,” Tom continued. “Mr. Griggs is to be foreman on the new job that I've just been telling you about in town. After this, if Mr. Griggs is careful to behave himself, he's likely always to be a foreman on some job or other for the A., G. & N. M.”