Peter hesitated.
“I don’t mind working if I like what I’m doing, sir,” he replied with naive truthfulness.
It was obvious that the honest reply pleased Mr. Tyler.
“I guess that is the way with many of us, Strong,” he laughed. “But if you are to have a position here you will have to stick at your work whether you like it or not.”
“I mean to try to.”
“That’s the proper spirit. You are not afraid of getting your hands dirty?”
Peter laughed contemptuously. Later he remembered that laugh and smiled grimly at his own ignorance.
Mr. Tyler seemed satisfied.
“Well, I can set you to work right away unloading skins,” he said. “We are short-handed and can use a boy to advantage. Are you over sixteen?”
“No, sir, I am fifteen.”