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All the others agreed with him. "I'll come back by ten o'clock to-night, though," volunteered Sam Truax. "One of the crew ought to be aboard." "We'll stay ashore," decided Jack, "and return in the morning." "I'm coming back to-night," retorted Truax. "Keep still, and follow orders," muttered Eph, digging his elbow into Truax's ribs. "The captain gives the orders here."
Routine of taking dictation, of getting out the letters, prompting Mr. Truax's memory as to who Mrs. A was, and what Mr. B had telephoned, keeping plats and plans and memoes in order, making out cards regarding the negotiations with possible sellers of suburban estates. She did not, as she had hoped, always find this routine one jolly round of surprises. She was often weary, sometimes bored.
"Stop that, you infernal sneak!" roared Jack Benson, bounding into the engine room. "You here?" hissed Truax, wheeling about. He had not had time to make the thrust with the steel bar. Instead, as he wheeled, he raised it above his head, drawing back in an attitude of guard. As he did so, a vile oath escaped Truax's lips.
Even when one of the ward-room stewards appeared and announced that dinner was served, the naval surgeon replied: "I don't know that I shall have any time for dinner to-night." Then Doctor McCrea turned and again thrust his thermometer between Truax's lips. The reading of that thermometer, two minutes later, seemed to give him a good deal of concern.
I tried hard I'm a well-meaning insulter, but I haven't the practice." "My dear, I adore you. Isn't it lovely to be frank? When us females get into Mr. Truax's place we'll have the most wonderful time insulting each other, don't you think? But, really, please don't think I like to be rude.
As the two gained the doorway of the engine room Sam Truax had his back turned to them, and so did not note the sudden watchers. There was a smile of malicious triumph on Truax's face as he turned a lever a little way over, thus decreasing the ignition power of the motors. Both Jack and Hal could see that the gasoline flow had been turned on nearly to the full capacity.
She was told to come to work on the following Monday as Mr. Truax's secretary, at twenty-one dollars a week. She went home defiant, determined to force her husband to let her take the job.... She didn't need to use force. He slippered and drowsy by the window said: "That's fine; that'll keep us going till my big job breaks. I'll hear about it by next week, anyway.
Truax's tendency to courteous whining, it was doing its work squarely and quietly. That was fortunate. Offices differ as much as office-managers, and had chance condemned Una to another nerve-twanging Pemberton's her slight strength might have broken. She might have fallen back to Schwirtz and the gutter.
"The prisoner below is the answer, sir," Captain Jack replied. He then led the corporal and two marines below. The corporal produced a pair of handcuffs, which he promptly snapped over Truax's wrists. "You'll be sorry for this, one of these days," threatened Truax, with a snarl that showed his teeth. "Some day, then, if you please, when I have more leisure than I have now," Jack retorted, dryly.
It may have been that some of the men she met were Schwirtzes to their wives, but to her they had to be fellow-workers. She did not believe that the long hours, the jealousies, the worry, or Mr. Truax's belief that he was several planes above ordinary humanity, were desirable or necessary parts of the life at Truax & Fein's.
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