"He says
they get themselves into trouble."
"That's so too," commented Mr. Chaffner. "Anyway, keep your mouth tight
shut, and your eyes wide open, and if you think your boss is getting into
deep water, you come and tell me. I want things to go right with _you_,
because I'm depending on that poem for my front page, soon."
Mickey held out his hand.
"Sure!" he agreed. "I'm in an awful good place now to work up the poetry
piece, being right out among the cows and clover. And about Mr. Bruce,
gee! I wish he was plowing corn. I just hate his job he's doing now. Sure
if I see rocks I'll make a run for you. Thanks Boss!"
Mickey had lost time, and he hurried, but things seemed to be happening,
for as he left the elevator and sped down the hall, he ran into Mr. James
Minturn. With a hasty glance he drew back, and darted for the office door.
Mr. Minturn's face turned a dull red.
"One minute, young man!" he called.
"I'm late," said Mickey shortly. "I must hurry."
"Bruce is late too. I just came from his office and he isn't there,"
answered Mr.
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