Next day he touched the man on the shoulder just as he was starting to work.
“Step into the office and get your time,” said he.
“What's the matter?” asked the man.
“I don't need you any longer.”
The two entered the little office. Thorpe looked through the ledger and van book, and finally handed the man his slip.
“Where do I get this?” asked the teamster, looking at it uncertainly.
“At the bank in Marquette,” replied Thorpe without glancing around.
“Have I got to go 'way up to Marquette?”
“Certainly,” replied Thorpe briefly.
“Who's going to pay my fare south?”