If he tells me to let Jim Duff bring a cityful of tents out here and run night or day--then that's all there will be to it." "I'd sooner quit," growled Hazelton, "than knuckle to such a crew of rascals." "So would I," nodded Tom good-humoredly, "if it were my quit.

But, if Mr.Ellsworth gives such orders it will be his quit, not ours." Harry walked restlessly up and down the little office, but Tom threw himself down at full length on a cot in the corner.

Within two minutes he was sound asleep.
"Humph!" growled Hazelton, as soon as he saw his chum's unconcern.

Then he went outside to finish his tramp.
It was toward the close of the afternoon when Mr.Ellsworth returned.
Harry was out of sight as the general manager stepped directly into the office.
"Reade," he began.

Deep breathing from the corner greeted him.