deliberate, fresh faced, ready with a pleasant word, observing without appearing to observe.
One morning he spoke to Sorrell.
"Feeling all right, Stephen?"
"Quite, sir."
"I thought you looked tired."
"No,—I'm quite all right, sir."
Roland did not push his inquiries further.
"Take an extra hour off. Get out with your boy."
"Thank you, sir."
Sorrell was shocked by the sudden rush of mean thoughts. This was part of Buck's slyness; he had been hinting to Mr. Roland that Sorrell was not up to his work, and not capable of handling the heavy luggage. And Roland believed him. He was unaware of what was going on under his very eyes.
Sorrell tried to rid himself of this meanness, but he was human, and when the opportunity fell to him, he seized it, for when a man has an enemy he is justified in making reconnaissances. He happened to see Buck going into Mr. Roland's room, and he found something to polish outside the door of that room.
He could hear what was said.
"What about Sorrell? It struck me this morning that he looked ill."
"I don't know about that, sir. But the fact is—well, I don't like to have"
"I prefer frankness, Buck."
"I don't think he's fit for the work, sir. Clerking is his job."
"Not strong enough?"
"That's it. Of course—I take my share"
"I'm sure you do,—Buck. I have told Sorrell to take an extra hour off"
Sorrell slipped away, raging against the liar, and almost despising Roland for accepting his lies. His great Mr. Roland was not so shrewd and world-wise as he had imagined!
But he caught himself up.
"Don't be a cad. Stick it. The fellow will have you beaten unless you stick it. Think of the boy."
