"
"Said nothing about coming back?"
"No."
"All right, Tarn, you can go home now. Here's your money."
"You bane want me no more?"
"No; we'll watch here ourselves to-night. Good night."
"Good night," rejoined Tam, pocketing his money and shuffling off down
the street.
He had hardly gone two blocks when from the shadow of an elm-shaded yard
the figure of Dan Cassell slipped out and intercepted him.
"So you've been fired, eh?"
He shot the question at the simple-minded Norwegian lad with vicious
emphasis.
"No, I no bane fired; they bane tell me no want me more."
"Well, isn't that being fired? Moreover, I can tell you that they've
hired another fellow in your place."
The Norwegian youth's light blue eyes lit up with indignant fire. Like
most of his race he was keenly sensitive once aroused, and while he was
quite agreeable to being dropped from his temporary job, he hated to
think of being supplanted in it. Crafty Dan Cassell was playing his
cards well, for a purpose that will be seen ere long.
"So they bane fire me," ejaculated Tam.
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