They saw that he meant it and, as he was popular, they left him in peace.
CHAPTER XV
MISS FOSTER’S ESCORT
On the morning after he met Helen Foster, Kermode sought a foreman with whom he was on good terms.
“I want to quit work for a week,” he said abruptly.
“Sorry; I can’t give you leave, and the boss went down the line yesterday. If you let up before you see him, it’s quite likely he won’t take you back.”
“If he doesn’t I won’t be very grieved. Throwing forty-foot rails about all day palls on one. But what about my wages up to date?”
“That’s a matter for the pay-clerk when he comes along. If you quit without notice, he’ll make trouble.”