Bet came toward the two men. "I don't want either of you men to work for me. Will you please go away?"
A small crowd of men was collecting outside the door and Bet was afraid. She went toward the back room, hoping to be able to enlist the help of the one she had been talking to. Just as she did so, the door was thrust open, and Bet, shoving the other girls in front of her, exclaimed in a whisper, "What will we do?"
But as she turned at the door, she saw a tall figure, who grabbed the ruffian by the collar and invited him outside.
"Oh it's Phil!" exclaimed Bet hysterically. "Now we're all right!"
After Phil had persuaded the men in the crowd to leave, he returned to the room to find the first caller making ready to go. "I don't know anything about bicycles. Anyway it's steady work I want. There's no money in odd jobs."
"What under the sun is it all about?" demanded Phil anxiously as more men began to collect.
"We put a sign in the window asking for a man to help on the repair work!" said Bet.
"Then get it out as quick as you can. You'll have a line here soon."
"How are we going to get someone to help, then? Dad thought it would be a good idea to hire men who are out of work."
"He probably expected you to call up the Chamber of Commerce and get a man. They know everybody who needs work."