“Well, you see I’m getting on right well where I am, and I’m sort of used to the fellows.”
“You’re a queer guy,” said Lowell, feelingly. “Don’t you know that any other fellow would be tickled to death to be taken on?”
Jim pondered that. “No, I didn’t know,” he acknowledged finally. “Anyhow, I don’t really care two cents about it, and if there’s some one else that would like it—”
“Can’t be done, Todd,” Lowell grinned. “Mr. Cade’s set his heart on you.”
“He says I’m to go?” asked Jim with more animation.
“He sure does. Them’s his orders, Todd. Show up this evening, eh?”
“Of course. I didn’t quite understand. Much obliged.”
“Quite welcome. Say, you’re getting along pretty well, aren’t you. How’s the ankle, by the way?”
“Ankle? Oh, it was my knee. It’s all right. Say, I guess maybe I acted sort of sour the other night.”
“What night was that?” asked Lowell.