Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 165: what you’re looking at

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supervisor. They'll tell you the same!” Andy turned to the big bosses. “How about it, gentlemen?” he said. He looked at Quinn, and then he looked at Carrick. When he looked at Carrick, Andy’s eyes were a little defiant. But the superintendent was not slow to respond. “That’s right!” he affirmed loudly. “What the agent said goes. We'll take care of you! It’s a promise! Will you stay?” ‘ There was a half instant’s hesitation. _ Then Memphis Joe spoke. “Yes, suh!” he shouted. “T’se goin’ stay! We-allgoin’stay! What you-allsay, big boys?” He turned to his fellows. And a great shout of affirmation greeted him. 2 “Goin’ stay!”’ roared the steel gang. “Goin’ stay!” : “That’s the stuff!’ called Carrick en- thusiastically. ‘‘We’ll count on you, every one!”’ He faced about to where Andy Peck stood. And then—for the first time in his life so far as any man there knew—he openly confessed to an error, “Son,” said Carrick quietly, ‘‘I’ve made a mistake. I’m just beginning to get an idea of what you’ve done here for us. And, if I’m not too late, I want to ask you to forget what I said the other day—forget it and stay here on this job. Will you doit?” Andy could scarcely believe his ears. Somehow the possibility of anything like 155 the big bosses—the superintendent and the this had never occurred to him. For a “Ynoment the thought swept through his head that here was a most excellent oppor- tunity to say something that would scorch Carrick’s hide. But consideration of Ina and knowledge of what his staying would mean to her and to him checked his tongue —if not a certain sense of whimsicality that always was lurking at the back of his brain. “T’ll be so pleased!” he murmured. IT WAS somewhat less than ten minutes after he had given the su- perintendent his answer that Andy came to the residence of Duncan, the miller. He was about to press the bell when the door flew open and Ina came out, appar- ently bound for somewhere in great haste. She stopped abruptly at sight of him. “Andy!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been so worried and afraid—all that noise and shooting! I was just going out to hunt you!” “You needn’t now,” he said, his face beaming. ‘I’m here.” “Is—is everything all right?” she ques- tioned, seemingly a little puzzled at his very obvious joy. “All right? Well, I guess yes!” He seized her in his arms. “We’re going to have our little bungalow after all, little girl!”* “Andy!” “Yes, indeedy!” he cried. “Old man Carrick is going to keep me on the job, and. »> But that was as far as he got just then— for reasons that may be s . —s* ooks.com