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”
The
color
flooded
Freckles
’
face
,
but
he
said
simply
:
“
If
you
will
be
having
the
goodness
to
point
him
out
,
we
will
give
him
a
chance
to
do
his
own
talking
.
”
With
a
shrug
of
astonishment
,
the
cook
led
the
way
to
a
rough
board
table
where
a
broad
,
square
-
shouldered
man
was
bending
over
some
account
-
books
.
“
Mr
.
McLean
,
here
’
s
another
man
wanting
to
be
taken
on
the
gang
,
I
suppose
,
”
he
said
.
“
All
right
,
”
came
the
cheery
answer
.
“
I
never
needed
a
good
man
more
than
I
do
just
now
.
”
The
manager
turned
a
page
and
carefully
began
a
new
line
.
“
No
use
of
your
bothering
with
this
fellow
,
”
volunteered
the
cook
.
“
He
hasn
’
t
but
one
hand
.
”
The
flush
on
Freckles
’
face
burned
deeper
.
His
lips
thinned
to
a
mere
line
.
He
lifted
his
shoulders
,
took
a
step
forward
,
and
thrust
out
his
right
arm
,
from
which
the
sleeve
dangled
empty
at
the
wrist
.
“
That
will
do
,
Sears
,
”
came
the
voice
of
the
Boss
sharply
.
“
I
will
interview
my
man
when
I
finish
this
report
.
”
He
turned
to
his
work
,
while
the
cook
hurried
to
the
fires
.
Freckles
stood
one
instant
as
he
had
braced
himself
to
meet
the
eyes
of
the
manager
;
then
his
arm
dropped
and
a
wave
of
whiteness
swept
him
.
The
Boss
had
not
even
turned
his
head
.
He
had
used
the
possessive
.
When
he
said
“
my
man
,
”
the
hungry
heart
of
Freckles
went
reaching
toward
him
.
