“I heard that Truem Wright was there,” said Sam.
“Yes, and he seems disposed to be good now, so we have taken him into the fold. But come, Sam, what are you doing in Canada?”
“I’m on a two weeks’ vacation.”
“Are you still on the Leader?”
“Surely; I’m the police reporter now. I expect to land the city desk one of these fine days.”
“The city desk?” queried Pod, a blank look on his face.
“He means that he hopes someday to be city editor,” said Chot, who was familiar with newspaper terms. “And are you going to be a newspaperman all your life, Sam?”
“Looks that way. Had a hard time at first. You remember when you fellows were in New York? I was pretty green then, but I’m getting over that. Being a reporter has lost its glamour now, and I’ve settled down to business. They tell me I write some pretty good stories, and Uncle Jim says he’ll make me city editor just as soon as I’ve had a little more experience.”
“I’ll bet it’s a fine life,” said Pod, to whom anything connected with a city appealed.
“It is if you like it,” said Sam. “Pay isn’t great, but there’s a chance to make a pretty decent living.”