“Yes, Jack,” said Mr. Maitland. “He is manager in these works now.”
Tony threw back his head and laughed. “I guess I will have to work, then,” he said.
“You just bet you will, Tony,” replied Jack. “Come along, we will go.”
“Where?”
“I am taking you home. See you to-night, sir,” Jack added, nodding to his father.
The two young men passed out together to the car.
“Yes, Tony,” said Jack, “I have taken over your job.”
“My job? What do you mean by that?” asked Tony, bitter and sullen in face and tone.
“I am the new manager of the planing mill. Dad had you slated for that position, but you hadn't manager-timber in you.”
Tony's answer was an oath, deep and heartfelt.