Nothing of the sort happened, however. The superintendent merely remarked with a nod: “That will do, Carter. You may go.”
Peter heard the latch click as Mr. Carter went out.
“Well, young man, so you want a job in the tannery?” were Mr. Tyler’s next words.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mr. Coddington telephoned me about you. He told me that you are entirely inexperienced and with no knowledge of the business. I should say the only thing for you to do is to begin at the very bottom of the ladder, if you want to make anything of yourself.”
“I suppose so, sir.”
The superintendent tilted back in his chair and carefully studied the lad before him.
“You look able-bodied.”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Not afraid of work?”