no more breakdowns. Now and then Manager Gilbert inquired how the new man was getting along. "A wizard at machinery—had some trouble with the dynamo last night, and he had it fixed in no time," he heard. Or, "Say, where'd you get him? He knows more about this plant than the man that built it."
Ford himself was not in evidence. The manager, quitting work at about the time Ford arrived at the sub-station for the night shift, did not see him again until one day at the end of three months the engine at the main plant stopped. The engineer in charge looked at it and shook his head.
"Can't do anything with it till to-morrow," he said. "We'll have to take it down." It was late in the afternoon, and the engine was needed to keep Detroit lighted that night. Gilbert, remembering the reports of the new man, sent for Ford. He came and fixed the engine.
It was all in the day's work, as far as he was concerned. He went back to sub-station A and forgot the incident. He does not remember it now. Gilbert remembered it, but he did not go out of his way to pay any attention to Ford. He simply forgot about the mechanical work of sub station A. He knew Ford would take care of it. A manager spends his time and thought on the poor workmen; a good man he leaves alone.
When Ford had been with the Edison Company six months, drawing his forty-five dollars
