"Well, I'll be jiggered!" he exclaimed. "How's that for puttin' on style? Fust thing you know Mark Mason will have his name down wid de Four Hundred!"
It did not occur to Mark to look at the paper given him by Mr. Rockwell till he got out of the cab.
This was what he read:
Mr. Nichols: Give this boy ten dollars.
Luther Rockwell.
His eyes flashed with delight.
"This is a lucky day!" he exclaimed. "It's worth while running the risk of being blown up when you're so well paid for it."
Nichols, the chief clerk, at once complied with his employer's directions.
"You're a brave boy, 79," he said. "If it hadn't been for you, we'd all have been blown higher than a kite. How did you leave Mr. Rockwell?"
"He seems pretty well upset," answered Mark.