“Is there any chance of it?” asked Felix, eagerly.
“In about two weeks, Mr. Fairchild is going West on business. He will be gone for a month, probably. In his absence, I shall run the office.”
“I see.”
“And I shall probably find some reason for discharging Chester Rand,” added the bookkeeper, significantly. “In that case, you will hold yourself ready to slip into his place.”
“Bully for you, Cousin David,” exclaimed Felix, in exultation.
CHAPTER XIX.
MR. FAIRCHILD LEAVES THE CITY.
About ten days later, Chester found himself alone in the office with his employer, the bookkeeper having gone out to call upon a man who had commissioned the broker to buy him a house.
“Chester,” said Mr. Fairchild, “has Mr. Mullins mentioned to you that I start next Monday on a Western trip?”