r business,
and some day it might prove worth while. I can at least walk up to a
motor car now and look it in the face and shake its hand as if we were
old acquaintances; I used to take off my hat to a taxicab, but now I
regard 'em as errand boys running here and there through the streets.
This car line is a mighty big game, after all."

And it was with this feeling that he entered the Engineers' Club and was
met in the hallway by Martin, who had just arrived.

"On time, I see--I like that," was the elder man's greeting. "Now, first
of all, we shall have lunch, because I'm hungry. I never talk business
during meals. I believe in relaxation."

"But--but--what's the use in eating when there's anything more important
to do?" asked Jimmy, eager to hear Martin's verdict.

"Nothing is as important as eating when one is hungry," was his host's
remark, and Jimmy had to be content. "Hope you had a nice trip out to
Princetown?" was Martin's next remark, and Jimmy gave him a highly
humorous account of what that nice trip was like, much to Martin's
amusement.

"This--this Granger person does seem to bear you a grudge," he
commented. "Have you made any attempt to calm him down by rubbing his
ears, or stroking his fur the right way?"

And then Jimmy became serious and said, "Yes, I did try to get him to
bury the hatchet when I met him on the train," and detailed that
unhappy conversation. "You see," he added, boyishly, "I didn't care much
what he thought of me; but I thought it was my duty to get the whole
affair wiped off the slate if Mr. Sayers decided to give me a chance. It
wouldn't be fair to Mr. Sayers to have a man of the Judge's influence
angry with one of the company's employees. If I get that place, I've got
to fill it well. I've just naturally got to do it!"

"Um-m-mh! Do you intend to tell Sayers all about it?"

"Of course I do."

"But--but suppose, after he heard the story, he declined to employ you?"

"I can't help that," said Jimmy ruefully. "It wouldn't be fair and
honest to take the place unless he knew all about my reputation out
there."

"Is it your habit to confide all your mistakes to your employer?" his
host asked, as if surprised.

"Of course," asserted Jimmy. "When I work for a man, I'm his and whether
he likes it or not he's more or less responsible for what I do. And,
what's more, I feel responsible for him. If anything fails in the goods
I sell, I'm as hurt over it as if I had made 'em. I wor