"Yes, sir, and it looks as if they didn't intend to let me stay very long," Fred replied, as he held up the notification to quit.
"What are you going to do about it?" and the man looked curiously at the boy.
"Stay where I am until they get the upper hand. I can't treat, for I haven't the money, and I may be able to show that the regulators are not the bosses here."
"I like your pluck, my lad, and can, perhaps, give you a lift. Skip shall have a flea in his ear before the whistle sounds again; but, of course, it's none of my business what happens after working hours."
"I don't expect any assistance, sir, and if they down me it can't be helped."
"You've taken a pretty big contract; but between us both I reckon it can be carried out."
Then Donovan continued on, and, looking up, Fred saw that all his enemies had been watching the interview closely.
"They may conclude it isn't best to tackle me, if he is going to take a hand," he thought, and at this moment Chunky returned.
"Now you have got yourself in a scrape!"
"How so?"