Jacobs," said Mr. Bates, "I cannot hear you, and you are wasting my
time!"
"He was merely showing me how to make these entries!" said Cameron.
"Ah! Indeed! Thank you, Mr. Cameron! Though I believe Mr. Jacobs has not
yet lost the power of lucid speech. Mr. Jacobs, I believe you know the
rules of this office; your fine will be one-quarter of a day."
"Thank you!" said Mr. Jacobs, hurriedly resuming his desk.
"And, Mr. Cameron, if you will kindly bring your work to me, I shall do
my best to enlighten you in regard to the complex duty of entering your
freight receipts."
An audible snicker ran through the delighted staff. Cameron seized his
ledger and the pile of freight bills, and started for Mr. Bates' desk,
catching out of the corner of his eye the pantomime of Jimmy and the
lanky one, which was being rendered with vigor and due caution.
For a few moments Cameron stood at the manager's desk till that
gentleman should be disengaged, but Mr. Bates was skilled in the
fine art of reducing to abject humility an employee who might give
indications of insubordination. Cameron's rage grew with every passing
moment.
"Here is the ledger, Sir!" he said at length.
But Mr. Bates was so completely absorbed in the business of saving time
that he made not the slightest pause in his writing, while the redoubled
vigor and caution of the pantomime seemed to indicate the approach of a
crisis.
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