"Here is my boss." For a moment the others stood looking at Jack, surprised into motionless silence.
"I tell you, he is the new manager," repeated Tony, "and he is my boss." "What does he mean, Jack ?" cried the girl, coming forward to Maitland with a quick, impulsive movement.
"Just what he says, Annette.

I am the new manager of the planing mill and I have given Tony a job." Again there fell a silence.

Into the eyes of the bulldog McNish there shot a strange gleam of something that seemed almost like pleasure.

In those brief moments of silence life was readjusting itself with them all.

Maitland had passed from the rank and file of the workers into the class of those who direct and control their work.