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“No, sir. We hardly ever see an Advertiser, and nobody told me. I’d always been used to fishing there, and I never thought but what it was all right to keep on. I know I ought to have remembered and asked you, but truly, sir, I didn’t mean to steal your fish. I used to sell them over at the hotels. We saw the notice today, Mother and me, and I came right up. I’ve brought you the trout I caught this morning, and–if only you won’t prosecute me, sir, I’ll pay back every cent I got for the others–every cent, sir–if you’ll give me time.”

Mr. Walters passed his hand across his mouth to conceal something like a smile.

“Your name is Dan Phillips, isn’t it?” he said irrelevantly, “and you live with your mother, the Widow Phillips, down there at Carleton Corners, I understand.”

“Yes, sir,” said Dan, wondering how Mr. Walters knew so much about him, and if these were the preliminaries of prosecution.

Mr. Walters took up his pen and drew a blank sheet towards him.

“Well, Dan, I put that notice in because I found that many people who used to fish on my pond, irrespective of leave or licence, were accustomed to lunch or camp on my property, and did not a little damage. I don’t care for trouting myself; I’ve no time for it. However, I hardly think you’ll do much damage. You can keep on fishing there. I’ll give you a written permission, so that if any of my men see you they won’t interfere with you. As for these trout here, I’ll buy them from you at Mosquito Lake prices, and will say no more about the matter. How will that do?”

“Thank you, sir,” stammered Dan. He could hardly believe his ears. He took the slip of paper Mr. Walters handed to him and rose to his feet.

“Wait a minute, Dan. How was it you came to tell me this? You might have stopped your depredations, and I should not have been any the wiser.”

“That wouldn’t have been honest, sir,” said Dan, looking squarely at him.

There was a brief silence. Mr. Walters thrummed meditatively on the table. Dan waited wonderingly.

Finally the factory owner said abruptly, “There’s a vacant place for a boy down here. I want it filled as soon as possible. Will you take it?”

“Mr. Walters! Me!” Dan thought the world must be turning upside down.

“Yes, you. You are rather young, but the duties are not hard or difficult to learn. I think you’ll do. I was resolved not to fill that place until I could find a perfectly honest and trustworthy boy for it. I believe I have found him. I discharged the last boy because he lied to me about some trifling offence for which I would have forgiven him if he had told the truth. I can bear with incompetency, but falsehood and deceit I cannot and will not tolerate,” he said, so sternly that Dan’s face paled. “I am convinced that you are incapable of either. Will you take the place, Dan?”

“I will if you think I can fill it, sir. I will do my best.”

“Yes, I believe you will. Perhaps I know more about you than you think. Businessmen must keep their eyes open. We’ll regard this matter as settled then. Come up tomorrow at eight o’clock. And one word more, Dan. You have perhaps heard that I am an unjust and hard master. I am not the former, and you will never have occasion to find me the latter if you are always as truthful and straightforward as you have been today. You might easily have deceived me in this matter. That you did not do so is the best and only recommendation I require. Take those trout up to my house and leave them. That will do. Good afternoon.”

Dan somehow got his dazed self through the glass door and out of the building. The whole interview had been such a surprise to him that he was hardly sure whether or not he had dreamed it all.

“I feel as if I were some person else,” he said to himself, as he started down the hot white road. “But Mother was right. I’ll stick to her motto. I wonder what Sam will say to this.”