"Those are railroad sheds; or, rather, Transportation Company's sheds;
they are practically the same thing. I say! What is the matter with
trying the Transportation Company? I know the manager well. The very
thing! Try the Transportation Company!"
"How should I go about it?" said Cameron. "I mean to say just what
position should I apply for?"
"Position!" shouted Denman. "Why, general manager would be good!"
Then, noting the flush in Cameron's face, he added quickly, "Pardon me!
The thing is to get your foot in somehow, and then wire in till you are
general manager, by Jove! It can be done! Fleming has done it! Went in
as messenger boy, but--" Denman paused. There flashed through his mind
the story of Fleming's career; a vision of the half-starved ragged waif
who started as messenger boy in the company's offices, and who, by dint
of invincible determination and resolute self-denial, fought his way
step by step to his present position of control. In contrast, he looked
at the young man, born and bred in circles where work is regarded as
a calamity, and service wears the badge of social disfranchisement.
Fleming had done it under compulsion of the inexorable mistress
"Necessity." But what of this young man?
"Will we try?" he said at length. "I shall give you a letter to Mr.
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