furniture, which Uptegrove scattered all over the world from a big wholesale house.  Of the thousands who saw their faces reflected on the polished surfaces of that furniture and found comfort in its use, few there were to whom it suggested mighty forests and trackless swamps, and the man, big of soul and body, who cut his way through them, and with the eye of experience doomed the proud trees that were now entering the homes of civilization for service.

When McLean turned from his finished report, he faced a young man, yet under twenty, tall, spare, heavily framed, closely freckled, and red-haired, with a homely Irish face, but in the steady gray eyes, straightly meeting his searching ones of blue, there was unswerving candor and the appearance of longing not to be ignored.  He was dressed in the roughest of farm clothing, and seemed tired to the point of falling.

“You are looking for work?” questioned McLean.

“Yis,” answered Freckles.

“I am very sorry,” said the Boss with genuine sympathy in his every tone, “but there is only one man I want at present—­a hardy, big fellow with a stout heart and a strong body.  I hoped that you would do, but I am afraid you are too young and scarcely strong enough.”

Freckles stood, hat in hand, watching McLean.

“And what was it you thought I might be doing?” he asked.

The Boss could scarcely repress a start.  Somewhere before accident and poverty there had been an ancestor who used cultivated English, even with an accent.  The boy spoke in a mellow Irish voice, sweet and pure.  It was scarcely definite enough to be called brogue, yet there was a trick in the turning of the sentence, the wrong sound of a letter here and there, that was almost irresistible to McLean, and presaged a misuse of infinitives and possessives with which he was very familiar and which touched him nearly.  He was of foreign birth, and despite years of alienation, in times of strong feeling he committed inherited sins of accent and construction.

“It’s no child’s job,” answered McLean.  “I am the field manager of a big lumber company.  We have just leased two thousand acres of the Limberlost.  Many of these trees are of great value.  We can’t leave our camp, six miles south, for almost a year yet; so we have blazed a trail and strung barbed wires securely around this lease.  Before we return to our work, I must put this property in the hands of a reliable, brave, strong man who will guard it every hour of the day, and sleep with one eye open at night.  I shall require the entire length of the trail to be walked at least twice each day, to make sure that our lines are up and that no one has been trespassing.”

Freckles was leaning forward, absorbing every word with such intense eagerness that he was beguiling the Boss into explanations he had never intended making.

“But why wouldn’t that be the finest job in the world for me?” he pleaded.  “I am never sick.  I could walk the trail twice, three times every day, and I’d be watching sharp all the while.”