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.
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