“Mr. Crosman,” he said, “the mills will shut down Saturday night. Will you please see that the men are notified?”
Crosman looked at Halloran for a moment to make sure that he understood; then with a puzzled expression he left the room. Later in the day he met Halloran in the yard.
“Am I——— Do you want me to leave Saturday?” he asked, his voice full of emotion.
“No,” the Manager replied shortly, “you stay; I want you.”
That evening Halloran was at work in his room when Crosman came in.
“I just happened around at Higginson's,” he said, evidently somewhat embarrassed, “and Mamie said that her father wants to see you.”
“When—now?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
Halloran pushed aside his work with a thoughtful face. Presently he said:
“If you are going back that way, I'll walk along with you.”