Paul approached the old man, and said, politely: "I believe I am speaking to Mr. Fox."
After a few minutes spent in looking about him, Paul approached the old man, and said, politely:
"I believe I am speaking to Mr. Fox?"
"Yes, that's my name," said the other, fixing his small, round eyes searchingly on our young hero.
"You are manager of the Blackstone mine?"
"Yes; but I have no work to give out," answered the old man, brusquely—"got all I want."
Paul smiled.
"I think you make a mistake," he replied. "I am not looking for work."
"Then if you have no business with me, I can't stand here wasting my time."