"I don't know, sir.

I didn't get that far." "Better let it alone.

I suppose you and Bill want to come back, too ?" he added, turning to the next two in the line.

"All right, report to Tim.
Do you want work ?" he inquired of the last of the quartette, a big bashful man with the shoulders of a Hercules.
"Yes, sir," answered the latter uncomfortably.
"What do you do ?" "I'm a cant-hook man, sir." "Where have you worked ?" "I had a job with Morgan & Stebbins on the Clear River last winter." "All right, we need cant-hook men.

Report at 'seven,' and if they don't want you there, go to 'thirteen.'" Daly looked directly at the man with an air of finality.