"Well, they'll let me do it, if necessary," I said; "and besides, I'm not paying interest on what I am not borrowing." "Perhaps you're right," she said with a laugh, "and now come and get your dinner." Dinner, at 10:30 at night! However, what's meal time when you're busy? How I pitied those poor fellows who don't get heart and soul into their work. Time surely does fly when you do! What a shirker I had been when I had worked for Barlow! The days had seemed long then. I gave all my fellows a special bonus that week for the work they had done. I gave Larsen $10.00, Jones $6.00 and Wilkes $3.00--that is, an extra half week's pay. Myricks had gone. In spite of being busy I had gotten rid of him that Tuesday. I had caught him again putting money in his pocket, and Mr. Pinkham, who bought a saw, also told me that he had noticed Myricks didn't ring up the money. I had kept my eye on Myricks, and then, when there was a little lull in trade, I had called him into my little office and ordered him to turn out his pockets. "What's that for?" he asked impudently. "I want to see how much money you have got there," I said. "I don't see that it's anybody's business what money I have got in my pockets," he replied. "Well, it has something to do with me," I returned sternly, "for you told me yesterday you were carrying my money in your pockets. Now, I insist on knowing what you have got in your pockets." "All I've got is money of my own, and I don't see that it's any of your business!" "You are going to turn out your pockets before you leave this office," I said angrily. My voice was raised and the others in the store were gazing in our direction. "If not, I'll call a policeman." "Call him in and be damned," he said, and he struck at me. I lost my temper, and for once I was glad of it, for I landed on him and hit him fair and square under the jaw. He fell against the desk, upsetting a vase full of flowers that Betty had put there. He got up, holding his head, and blood was trickling from a cut in his cheek where he had caught the edge of the desk. I was so raging mad that I was prepared for almost anything. "Now, damn you!" I said with a snarl, "turn out your pockets _quick_!" He did so, and I found $37.00 there. "It's my money," he said surlily. "It's my money! You touch that money and I'll have the law on you!" I picked up the money, put it in my pocket, and said: "Now, I'll give you just five minutes to get clear out of my sight! Before you go, let me tell you that customers have seen you putting money in your pocket, and I have seen you also. Just let me have one peep from you, now or any other time, and I'll have you in jail! Now, beat it!" I opened the door and he slunk out. "I'll get you yet," he growled as he left.