"Oh, no. I am not tired at all."
Thornton eyed him.
Even Donald was astonished.
Mr. Clark did not seem to be at all disturbed by the embarrassing stillness, but went on shaving down a stick he was whittling.
"I do not mean to manage the dipping myself," he explained at last. "I shall let Sandy McCulloch take charge of it."
"Sandy McCulloch! Why, sir, that boy could never do it in the world! He is a good lad—well enough in his way—but not very smart. Not at all like his father."
"Well, if he has no ability I shall soon find it out. I mean to try him, anyway."
"Oh, you can try him if you like, but I know the fellow better than you do. You are foolish to turn any big work over to him. He can't handle it."
"I intend to give him the chance."
Thornton's annoyance began to get beyond his control.