"Sorry to—s-see you here," he stammered.
Evan grasped the hand of his old manager, Sam Robb.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE MACHINERY GRINDS.
Castle turned his head and sneered, just as he used to do in Mt. Alban.
"You must come up and s-see me," said Robb.
"I will," replied Evan.
Watson came along for the draft register, winked at Robb, and returned to his desk, followed by Nelson.
"Is Mr. Robb one of the clerks here, Bill?"