“He wouldn’t be if you told J. G. to be easy with him,” said Poke. “That’s what Gary needs, though, Mr. Hanks, a good scare. You throw one into him and see what a difference it will make.”
“I do wish you’d try it, please, sir,” said Hope.
Mr. Hanks was silent a moment. Once he sighed deeply. Once he smiled slightly at the pen he was rolling between his long fingers. Finally he looked up.
“This has been very kind of you,” he said quietly. “I appreciate your—your interest. I thank you—all.”
“And you’ll try it?” cried Hope eagerly.
Mr. Hanks smiled and shook his head. “I must consider it,” he answered. “The plan is—is revolutionary. I have great doubts of my ability in the rôle you have assigned me. But—I will think it over.”
“And meanwhile you’ll stay, won’t you, sir?” asked Jim anxiously.
“Yes, I shall—er—postpone any action in regard to my resignation for the present. I—I have no wish to leave here. My room is very comfortable and the light is—er—excellent.”
“Well, we don’t want you to leave,” said Poke gruffly. “And I guess you won’t need to if you take our advice, sir. Good night, sir.”
“Good night,” responded Mr. Hanks, rising, “good night. I thank you all very much.”