"A man to see the manager," announced Miss Briggs, nodding toward a quiet figure seated on the "waiting bench."
The man stood up and bowed. It was the young bookkeeper from the paper mill, who had so bravely defended the girls on Saturday night. Uncle John regarded him with a frown.
"I suppose Skeelty has sent you to apologize," he said.
"No, sir; Skeelty is not in an apologetic mood," replied the man, smiling. "He has fired me."
"What for?"
"Interfering with his workmen. The boys didn't like what I did the other night and threatened to strike unless I was put in the discard."
"And now? asked Uncle John, looking curiously at the man.
"I'm out of work and would like a job, sir."
"What can you do?"
"Anything."