Fleming."
He sat down to his desk and wrote vigourously.
"Take this, and see what happens."
Cameron took the letter, and, glancing at the address, read, Wm.
Fleming, Esquire, General Manager, Metropolitan Transportation & Cartage
Company.
"Is this a railroad?" asked Cameron.
"No, but next thing to it. The companies are practically one. The
transition from one to the other is easy enough. Let me know how you get
on. Good-by! And--I say!" cried Mr. Denman, calling Cameron back again
from the door, "see Mr. Fleming himself. Remember that! And remember,"
he added, with a smile, "the position of manager is not vacant just yet,
but it will be. I give you my word for it when you are ready to take it.
Good-by! Buck up! Take what he offers you! Get your teeth in, and never
let go!"
"By George!" said Denman to himself as the door closed on Cameron,
"these chaps are the limit. He's got lots of stuff in him, but he has
been rendered helpless by their fool system--God save us from it! That
chap has had things done for him ever since he was first bathed;
they have washed 'em, dressed 'em, fed 'em, schooled 'em, found 'em
positions, stuck 'em in, and watched that they didn't fall out. And
yet, by George!" he added, after a pause, "they are running the
world to-day--that is, some of them.
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