"That dang boy!" Adams said. "If he wanted to come with me now, I wouldn't hardly let him. What do you suppose makes him so bull-headed?"
"But hasn't he a right to choose for himself?" she asked. "I suppose he feels he ought to stick to what he thinks is sure pay. As soon as he sees that you're going to succeed with the glue-works he'll want to be with you quick enough."
"Well, he better get a little sense in his head," Adams returned, crossly. "He wanted me to pay him a three-hundred-dollar bonus in advance, when anybody with a grain of common sense knows I need every penny I can lay my hands on!"
"Never mind," she said. "He'll come around later and be glad of the chance."
"He'll have to beg for it then! I won't ask him again."
"Oh, Walter will come out all right; you needn't worry. And don't you see that Mr. Lamb's not discharging him means there's no hard feeling against you, Virgil?"
"I can't make it out at all," he said, frowning. "The only thing I can think it means is that J. A. Lamb is so fair-minded—and of course he is one of the fair-mindedest men alive—I suppose that's the
