CHAPTER IX.
IN THE MORNING.
The next day Hooker was both sober and repentant. He seemed to remember faintly what had transpired the night previous; and when Nash had finished breakfast, he called him aside.
“How did you make out last night, Nash?” he asked apprehensively. “Did you trip on anything?”
Nash had fully determined to see the foreman the first thing in the morning, and was glad of this opportunity to speak of the matter.
“Just what do you mean by that?”
“Why, wasn’t old Boyer, the inspector, here?”
“He was.”
“Well, how did you get around the affair? I was dead to the world, wasn’t I? What did the old crab say?”
“I explained matters as best I could,” Nash answered. “Said you were ill—which wasn’t a lie—and told him I’d pitch in and help him on the books.”
“What was the report?”