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"
What
am
I
paying
you
for
?
"
asked
Ellis
Wyatt
,
approaching
;
the
boy
chuckled
,
darting
back
to
seize
the
lever
he
had
abandoned
for
a
moment
.
"
It
’
s
Miss
Taggart
who
couldn
’
t
fire
you
,
if
you
loafed
on
the
job
.
lean
.
"
"
That
’
s
one
of
the
reasons
why
I
quit
the
railroad
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
Did
you
know
that
I
stole
him
from
you
?
"
said
Wyatt
.
"
He
used
to
be
your
best
brakeman
and
now
he
’
s
my
best
grease
-
monkey
,
but
neither
one
of
us
is
going
to
hold
him
permanently
.
"
"
Who
is
?
"
"
Richard
Halley
.
Music
.
He
’
s
Halley
’
s
best
pupil
.
"
She
smiled
,
"
I
know
,
this
is
a
place
where
one
employs
nothing
but
aristocrats
for
the
lousiest
kinds
of
jobs
.
"
"
They
’
re
all
aristocrats
,
that
’
s
true
,
"
said
Wyatt
,
"
because
they
know
that
there
’
s
no
such
thing
as
a
lousy
job
—
only
lousy
men
who
don
’
t
care
to
do
it
.
"
The
roughneck
was
watching
them
from
above
,
listening
with
curiosity
.
She
glanced
up
at
him
,
he
looked
like
a
truck
driver
,
so
she
asked
,
"
What
were
you
outside
?
A
professor
of
comparative
philology
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
No
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
was
a
truck
driver
.
"
He
added
,
"
But
that
’
s
not
what
I
wanted
to
remain
.
"
