By this time Mr. Carrhart was busily writing. Steve watched him, not quite certain whether or not the interview was at an end.
"You—you will give me a chance, sir?" asked the lad after a moment's silence.
"Yes; here is a letter to the general superintendent of the Cousin Jack Mine. I have asked him to give you employment at the earliest possible moment. I shall hope to hear good reports from you, Rush. Remember what I have said to you. I shall keep an eye on you."
"Oh, thank you, sir; thank you! I cannot tell you how I appreciate your kindness."
"Purely a matter of business, my lad. I see in you the making of an excellent man for the company. We are looking for young men with your determination and grit."
As Steve passed out through the reception room the office boy stepped in front of him.
"I'll lick you the first time I catch you outside," announced the guardian of the door.
"Please don't," answered Steve. "Somebody might get hurt. Besides, I am not a fighter. Good afternoon."
Rush hurried out to carry the good news to his mother.