He drove to the office of Sharp and Co. in a hansom, and entered the premises with a defiant air. The clerk who presented the letter on board, saw him, and fled to the rear of the building.
Abe Sharp was in his office, and as the skipper entered he asked him to be seated.
"Haven't time," said Job. "We're under sailing orders. Steam up, and we move out in two hours. Are the papers ready?"
Sharp knew his man. "You received my letter?" he asked.
"I did. That's the reason the funnel is already belching forth smoke. We're quick on the 'Golden Land,' a darned sight smarter than you are in this office."
"I am afraid your temper is ruffled," said Sharp.
"And so would yours be if a tadpole addressed you with the authority of a whale."
"Who is the tadpole?"
Job Seagrave named the offending clerk.
"He shall be reprimanded," said Sharp.