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Page 14
He was making up a list from memory of those in the village whose
packages had been destroyed by the fire, when two boys crossed the
threshold of the open doorway, one carrying a thin flat package.
Bart greeted them pleasantly. The elder was Darry Haven, his companion a
younger brother, Bob, both warm friends of the young express agent.
Darry inquired for Mr. Stirling solicitously, and said his mother was
then on her way to see Mrs. Stirling, anxious to do anything she could
to share the lady's troubles. Mr. Haven had been an editor, but his
health had failed, and Mrs. Haven, having some artistic ability and
experience, was the main present support of the family, doing
considerable work for a publishing house in the city in the way of
illustrations for fashion pages.
Darry had a "rush" package of illustrations under his arm now.
"I suppose we can't get anything through to-day, or until you get things
in running order again?" he intimated.
"We were sending nothing through on account of the Fourth," explained
Bart, "but you leave the package here and I will see that it goes on
the eleven o'clock train."
Bart had just completed the fire-loss list when a heavy step caused him
to turn around.
A portly, well-dressed man, important-appearing and evidently on
business, stood in the doorway looking sharply about the place.
"Well!" he uttered, "What's this?"
"The express office," said Bart, arising.
"Oh, it is?" slowly commented the man, "You in charge?"
"Yes, sir," politely answered Bart.
"Set up shop; doing business, eh?"
"Fast as I can," announced Bart.
"Who told you to?" demanded the visitor bending a pair of stern eyes on
Bart.
"Why do you ask that, may I inquire?" interrogated Bart, pleasantly, but
standing his ground.
"Ha-hum!" retorted the stranger, "why do ask. Because I am the
superintendent of the express company, young man, and somewhat
interested in knowing, I fancy!"
CHAPTER VI
GETTING "SATISFACTION"
Bart did not lose his presence of mind, but he fully realized that he
faced a critical moment in his career.
Very courteously he drew forward the rude impromptu bench he had knocked
together two hours before.
"Will you have a seat, sir?" he asked.
The express superintendent did not lose his dignity, but there was a
slightly humorous twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Thanks," he said, wearily seating himself on the rude structure.
"Rather primitive furniture for a big express company, it seems to me."
"It was the best I could provide under the circumstances," explained
Bart modestly.
"You made this bench, did you?"
Bart acknowledged the imputation with a nod.
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