"Well, he is a good boy and you should be proud of him. If ever I get a good position I shall give Ignatz a job that you will be proud of." "You'll be lucky if you get one for yourself," grunted Jarvis. "Luck will change, old man. When a fellow sets his mind on doing a certain thing, then drives straight ahead, he's going to land what he is after. No one can stop us, Bob." "Well, all I've got to say is that some one has given a pretty good imitation of stopping us." While they talked, Ignatz, instead of being in the mill, as they supposed, was hanging about the entrance to the company's offices. He had heard, that morning, that the general superintendent had returned from his trip, and young Brodsky was determined to see him, even if he lost a day's pay in his effort to do so. There were two entrances to the office building, but Ignatz had forgotten this. After waiting nearly three hours he hailed a clerk who came hurrying from the building, with the request to tell him if Mr. Keating were coming down that morning. "He's in his office now, young man, but he is very busy," was the answer as the clerk hurried away. Brodsky did not care whether the superintendent were busy or not, for his own business was more important than anything that Mr. Keating could possibly have on hand, according to the way Ignatz reasoned it out. The Pole climbed the steps leisurely, peered into the corridor through the glass door, and seeing no one there, entered. He saw no one after he got in. Even the Iron and Steel Policeman who usually stood guard in the hall was not there. The man was in the office getting some orders from the superintendent. Ignatz, who did not know that the regular entrance to Mr. Keating's office was through the main offices, wandered on down the hall, slowly spelling out the names on the doors. At last he reached a door on which the word "Superintendent" had been painted in large letters. The long word bothered Ignatz, but he labored with it until he managed to convey the sound of it phonetically to his ears. "Him there," he muttered. Then Brodsky boldly turned the knob, opened the door and entered. Mr. Keating glanced up from his desk in surprise. "Well, sir, what do you want?" he demanded. "All liars!" exclaimed Brodsky, striking a dramatic attitude, legs apart, arms waving wildly above his head. Mr. Keating regarded the boy keenly. "Who are you?" he asked sharply. "Ignatz Brodsky." "Well, what do you want?" "All liars!" persisted Ignatz. "So I heard you remark before. Who is it who has lied?" "Kalinski, Foley--all liars." "See here, young man, I am inclined to think you are crazy, but if you have anything to say to me, say it quickly and run along. Now what do you want?" "Steve Rush and Bob Jarvis, him not lie." "Rush and Jarvis," repeated the superintendent. "What about them?" "They not blow up the cinder pits. Kalinski say they do, then pouf, out they go!" "I don't understand?"