His work was done for the day. It yet lacked ten minutes of the
half-hour, which would bring the night watchman, and he waited with his
feeling of uneasiness growing stronger every moment until the time was
up; and the watchman had not come.
"He is usually ahead of time, instead of behindhand," Larry thought.
He went to the door, and nearly collided with some one who was on the
point of entering at the same time.
"How d' do, Larry?" was the off-hand salutation of the newcomer, who was
a short, stout man whom the boy recognized as Gideon Stark, a former
watchman in the works, who had of late been employed as a helper in the
moulding department.
"Where is Jake?" Larry asked.
"Sick," was the sententious reply.
"And you're going to take his place to-night?"
"I'm going to try."
"Does Mr. Gardner know about it?"
"I suppose so. Jake said he sent him word."
"All right, then, if he knows. Only," and Larry looked at the man,
sharply, "you know the engineer can't leave till the watchman comes, and
you're not the watchman unless you're regularly hired.
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