See you to-night, sir," Jack added, nodding to his father.
The two young men passed out together to the car.
"Yes, Tony," said Jack, "I have taken over your job." "My job?
What do you mean by that ?" asked Tony, bitter and sullen in face and tone.
"I am the new manager of the planing mill.

Dad had you slated for that position, but you hadn't manager-timber in you." Tony's answer was an oath, deep and heartfelt.
"Yes," continued Jack, "manager-timber is rare and slow-growing stuff, Tony." Again Tony swore but kept silence, and so remained till they had reached his home.

Together they walked into the living room.

There they found Annette, and with her McNish.

Both rose upon their entrance, McNish showing some slight confusion, and assuming the attitude of a bulldog on guard, Annette vividly eager, expectant, anxious.
"Well," she cried, her hands going fluttering to her bosom.
"I have got a job, Annette," said Tony, with a short laugh.