"Mr. Ruggles is at liberty now," he said to Robert. "You had best go in at once, before one of the clerks engages him." "Thank you, I will," answered the boy. "I wish he had left me to listen to those schemers a bit longer," was what he thought. But there seemed no help for it, and leaving the Englishman and the Canadian talking earnestly to each other he entered the private office of the proprietor of the firm. Mr. Ruggles proved to be a pleasant man past middle age. "If you have been waiting to see me I am sorry for you," he said, after Robert had stated the object of his visit. "I engaged a clerk less than an hour ago." This was a set-back and the boy's face fell. "I am sorry too," he said. "I imagine this office would just suit me." "You can leave your name and address. Perhaps the other young man may not be suitable. Have you any recommendations?" "I worked for Mr. Peter Gray, the cut-rate ticket man. We were burnt out, and Mr. Gray doesn't know what he is going to do next." "I know Mr. Gray, and if he can recommend you that will be sufficient. Here is a sheet of paper. Do you know what I pay a clerk at the start?" "No, sir?" "Can you keep an ordinary set of books?" "Yes, sir." "How about writing an ordinary business letter?" "I wrote many letters for Mr. Gray." "In that case I would be willing to start you at eight dollars per week, and after six months I would raise you to ten dollars." "That would be satisfactory." "Then leave your name and address. Even if that new clerk does suit there may be another opening before long--although I would not advise you to lay back and depend upon it." "I couldn't afford to lay back, sir." "You have to support yourself?" "I do." "Then I trust you get an opening soon--if I cannot use you," concluded Mr. Ruggles. Robert wrote out his name in his best style, and added the address of his boarding house. The handwriting pleased the map-publisher, but he put it on file without comment. Then the boy bowed himself out. "What a nice man," he thought. "I like him even better than I do Mr. Gray." He was pleased to think that, although there was no immediate opening for him, there might be one in the near future. As Robert entered the outer office he looked around for the Englishman and the Canadian. They were nowhere to be seen. "They are either in one of the other offices or they have gone," he said to himself. "I'd give a good deal to know just what they are up to. When I write to Mr. Marden I must tell him about the pair." Once on the sidewalk the boy hardly knew how to turn. He had one more place on his list--that of a wholesale butcher, but the idea of working in a packing house did not please him. "I don't believe it would suit me," he said to himself. "Especially if I had to work down by the stockyards." Nevertheless, he was resolved not to remain idle if it could be helped, and so started out to find the address.