Superintendent Whiffler came over, by and by, to see his successor. He did not like his looks. The new man should have looked mean or weak or rascally, to suit the outgoer.
"How long do you expect to stay?" asks Whiffler, with a half-sneer, watching Wade hanging a map and a print vis-à-vis.
"Until the men and I, or the Company and I, cannot pull together."
"I'll give you a week to quarrel with both, and another to see the whole concern go to everlasting smash. And now, if you're ready, I'll go over the accounts with you and prove it."
Whiffler himself, insolent, cowardly, and a humbug, if not a swindler, was enough, Wade thought, to account for any failure. But he did not mention this conviction.
CHAPTER III.
HOW TO BEHEAD A HYDRA!
At ten next morning, Whiffler handed over the safe-key to Wade, and departed to ruin some other property, if he could get one to ruin. Wade walked with him to the gate.
"I'm glad to be out of a sinking ship," said the ex-boss. "The Works will go down, sure as shooting. And I think myself well out of the
