Jack's irritation culminated in the second week of his contract. True to her promise, Mrs. Willis had asked the three boys to Sunday dinner and, under the mellowing influence of Winnie's best cooking and the friendly atmosphere of the little white house, the tension had relaxed and the afternoon spent on the porch had been restful for at least three of the group and happy for all. "I'm going fishing to-morrow," announced Doctor Hugh, a night or two later. "The alarm clock is set for four and I'm coming home when the last nibble plays me false." "Care if I go along?" said Jack impulsively. "I haven't had a bit of fishing since I've been here. I brought my rod and tackle in case I had a chance, but I haven't unpacked them yet." The creak of the swing ceased suddenly. Warren had been swaying back and forth gently in the darkness. "Why--no--come along, if it's all right," said the doctor, after a moment's hesitation. "I'll meet you at the barn," promised Jack. "Gee, it will seem good to take a day off." Still Warren said nothing. The three boys had said good night and walked almost to bungalow before he spoke. "Are you really planning to go fishing tomorrow, Jack?" he asked quietly. "Of course," said Jack shortly. "What about the work?" "One day out won't wreck the crops," hazarded Jack. "Don't stand here arguing all night," urged Richard. "Come on--I'm going to bed." Warren paid no attention and continued to address Jack. "If you don't turn out in the morning I'll know you've quit," he said. "I'm not fired till Mr. Hildreth says so," angrily retorted Jack. "You work to-morrow, or you're through," declared Warren, a steel edge to his voice. "I'm bossing this job and it doesn't happen to be one that can wait anyone's personal convenience." They tramped upstairs to their rooms, Jack inwardly seething. He took off one shoe and hurled it across the bed as a relief to his feelings. He'd show Warren Baker! It was a pity if a fellow had to ask him every time he wanted a few hours to himself--he didn't have to have money, anyway--he'd let the old job slide. He had come up voluntarily to "hire out" and he didn't intend to be treated like a day laborer. The other shoe followed the first. Richard had said he wouldn't "stick it out" for two weeks. Perhaps he ought not to quit with the time so nearly gone. Mr. Hildreth would, of course, uphold Warren. He would hate to be left short-handed in such beautiful picking weather, but he would not condone a fishing trip. And there was his record--Jack was secretly rather proud of that; he and Richard were keeping count of the number of crates each picked daily and Jack had high hopes of outdistancing Richard before the end of the week. Maybe he might stay his week out--just to show Richard!