ature of the Toronto accountant,
for he always signed the letters; but not with his assistant.

"What's the assistant-accountant's name?" asked Evan.

"Castle," said one of the boys; "Mr. Alfred Castle."

Toronto was destined to be a nest of surprises for the Banfield clerk;
he might as well begin getting used to them.

"Do I report to the manager?" he asked Watson.

"No," said Bill, "the manager won't know you till you're here a month
or so. You report to Alfy."

"You didn't tell me _he_ was here," said Evan.

"Didn't I? Well, it wasn't very important anyway. I forgot you ever
knew Castle. I'd like to forget him myself. Without kidding, Nelson,
he is the best imitation of a sissy I ever saw. He has a pull, though,
and it almost makes him brave, sometimes. I don't say anything to him
any more--he'd have me fired, and I need the little fifteen dollars per
week, minus guarantee premiums."

Bill had wasted a minute, so he cut off short and delved into the cash
book once more, muttering curses on the third teller, who was out in
the additions of his teller's cash book.

Castle entered the bank about 9.15. He wore a light tweed suit, a
light felt hat, tan gloves, tan shoes, and a black necktie stuck with a
pearl pin. The juniors, who had been indulging in an early row over
the condition of the copying rags, sobered down when Castle's narrow
form glided through the inner door.

Evan, who had been watching for him, went toward him easily, and held
out his hand.

"Well, Nelson," said Castle, without offering to shake hands, "you'll
go on the cash book."

Evan lingered a moment, expecting to be asked a personal question, even
if it were a careless one; but Alfred dived into his mail and did not
pause as he added: "Watson will break you in."

"And if ever I get the chance," thought Evan, "I'll break you in."

With that and other hostile reflections he turned and walked to the
rear of the office.

"Bill," he said, "I'm to go on your job. What do you suppose they'll
do with you?"

Watson looked at him comically.

"Never worry about the other fellow," he said; "not here. It's each
man for himself in a city office and God help the hindermost. Don't
forget that, Evan, or you'll be imposed on right and left. Now, come
here and get a bird's-eye view of your new friend. You'll find him a
nasty brute to handle; he rears, bites, bucks and balks. The time you
think he is going to take you over the river