“Of course you don’t,” Jack Benson admitted, frankly. “And it’s highly important that you should. I know that. But you can telegraph the principal of the school we attended in Oakport, and you can telegraph the minister of our church, too. We’ll abide by just what they say about us. And”— here Benson brought his little roll of bills once more into sight—“we’ll pay for the telegrams and the answers.”
“That looks right,” nodded Mr. Pollard, with a slight smile. “There is just one more point. The superintendent of the yard, Mr. Partridge, isn’t having anything to do with the building of the ‘Pollard.’ After the steel workers and the riveters had finished on the hull, then the inside work, including the fitting of the machinery, was turned over to Mr. Owen, our present foreman. Sometimes he’s a crotchety fellow, and he might take a dislike to you youngsters.”
“I’ve got to tell you about something that I think will make him take a dislike to us,” spoke up Jack Benson, candidly. Then he recounted the afternoon’s affair with Dan Jaggers.
“Yes, that certainly will stir up some feeling,” replied Mr. Pollard. “In fact, it will make it very difficult for you to get along with Owen, for he thinks a lot of that disagreeable, bullying nephew of his. Yet, Benson, I like you a whole lot better for your honesty.”
The inventor was silent for some moments, puffing slowly at a pipe, and then he removed the stem from between his teeth and continued:
“You’ve made a good impression upon me, both of you, and particularly with what you say about giving young fellows and young boats a chance to prove themselves. You talk like youngsters with some experience and some ideas in the matter of machinery. I admire your honesty. I also like what you say about the need Farnum and I will have, in the future, of young men who will understand our boats thoroughly. I don’t know what you can do until we try you out.”
He took a few more thoughtful pulls at his pipe and resumed: “See here, you come to the yard at eight o’clock in the morning, ready to do anything that’s wanted of you. I won’t wire, but I’ll write, to-night, to the references you’ve given. If we find you’re not of much use we’ll drop you. If your references don’t turn out to be unusually good, out you go! But, if you make good, you’ll have your chance. It’s just your fighting chance, you understand. I’ll fix the matter with Mr. Farnum.”
“And the foreman?” smiled Jack, wistfully.
Mr. Pollard looked grave as he answered:
“Look out not to invite any trouble with Joshua Owen, and avoid trouble with Jaggers, who works in the boat-fitting crew. I think we can get over the effects of your little trouble this afternoon. And now, boys, give me the addresses of your references, and I’ll write at once.”
A few moments later the chums bade the inventor good night, then hurried to their own room, though not to retire at once.