“Mr. Simpson thinks he can get along without me.”
“How is that?” asked Casey, in surprise.
Tom briefly told under what circumstances he had been discharged.
“That’s a pity,” said Casey, in a sympathizing tone. “I can’t justify John Simpson in that.”
“You don’t want a pegger, do you, Mr. Casey?”
“Not unless one of my boys leave me. I’d like to take you on; but I have no vacancy. As soon as there is one, you may depend on my sending for you.”
“Thank you, sir. That is all I can ask.”
“How much did Mr. Simpson pay you?” asked Casey.
“Fifty cents a day.”
“That is poor. Why, I pay sixty, and out of town more is paid.”