Then he went into the experimental laboratory to see Bill Byrnes. All that Bill said was, “Well?” Tommy nodded nonchalantly. “Go on!” said Bill, impatiently. “Got it!” said Tommy. “All?” “Yep!” “Fine!” said Bill, and Tommy knew he meant it. “How about you, Bill?” “Not yet, but soon,” replied Bill, with calm assurance. “She vaporizes at higher speed. She's doing over twelve hundred now.” “Great-oh!” cried Tommy, looking at the engine. It was running smoothly. How could he ever think that any other place was fit for a man, a real man, to live in? How? But he didn't even try to answer his own unanswerable question. He called on La Grange and Nevin and other comrades and conversed joyously with them. Then he went back to Mr. Thompson's office. Thompson led him into the adjoining room. There on the table were a lot of blue prints. Mr. Thompson showed him the plans and the elevations of the new buildings. They were wonderful, thought Tommy. He was so glad to see them, so proud of them, that he said: “Say, Mr. Thompson, what's the reason I can't show these drawings to the men? They'll be quite excited about them--” “What's your real notion, Tommy?” asked Mr. Thompson, a trifle rebukingly. Tommy, in point of fact, had assumed only that the men would be as interested as he himself was. How could they help it? But Thompson's question made him instantly perceive Thompsonian possibilities--as perhaps Thompson had meant him to. “Well, if our men are going to feel like a family we ought to make a family affair out of everything that concerns us all. Let me show them where we are all going to work. In fact, I think I ought to have some information to take to them every day. Then I'll get them used to my job.” Tommy began to see more and more possibilities the more he thought about them. “You see, they will know I'm on the inside, and I'll tell them all I know. That will make them feel they are on the inside, too. And they know I am for them first and last, and will feel--” “Hold on. Don't get excited. You are taking it for granted that they are all as interested in this as you are.” “Why shouldn't I take it for granted?” challenged Tommy, out of the fullness of his inexperience. “There is no answer to that, Tommy,” said Thompson, gravely. “Why shouldn't you, indeed?” Tommy looked at Thompson to see if there were a hidden meaning to his words. He saw only a pair of bright, steady, brown eyes full of comprehension. “Go on,” said Thompson. “I'm going to make them feel that it will be something to work in the new Tecumseh plant long before that plant is ready.” “You'll have to hustle,” smiled Thompson. “Work begins Monday.” “Do the men know it?” “No; I decided only to-day.” “Then let me tell them now, please.” “Go ahead, Tommy.” Thompson spoke so seriously that Tommy knew he was on the right track. “What about the drawings?” “I'll have some printed for you at once,” Thompson promised, and Tommy's soul filled with self-confidence.