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THE TEST OF FRIENDSHIP
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beasts doing all their mortal strength'll let 'em, and inhuman bosses and drivers cursing and beating them because they don't do more, it makes me sore. I told that dago, Pete, if I caught him beating his horses again the way he was to-day when I was up on the building and couldn't get at him, I'd come down, if necessary, and give him a taste of the same kind of medicine — and I meant what I said, too."
There was no need for such assurance. Tom's square jaw, clear, steady eyes and determined voice, never caused a doubt in anyone's mind that he meant what he said. Jimmie knev; it, and often feared, for Tom's sake.
"A man must have some enemies," he was wont to say, "if he's any kind of a man at all. Show me the man without enemies and I'll show you a man without sand, who never did anything worth while in his life."
Tom never did anything that was not worth while, and therefore Jimmie watched over him with all the solicitude of a mother, lest harm should
overtake him at the hands of some unknown enemy.
"Oh, let Pete alone, Tom," he advised. "I've spoken to him often enough, myself. There's no good in him, and you can't make him any different from what he is. He oughtn't to have the job, that's a fact. I was going to speak to his boss a week ago but someone told me he had a sick wife and half a dozen children depending on his wages. If he abuses them the way he does his horses they're to be pitied; that's all I've got to say."
"Well, I've not said all I'm going to," replied Tom, in a tone that boded ill for Pete, should he repeat his brutal conduct.
"By the way, Tom," said Jimmie, changing the subject, "if you're chairman of the committee of arrangements for that Benefit for Keenan's widow it's time you got busy. What kind of a program are we going to have ?"
Tom removed his pipe and looked at his companion in dismay.
"Program — program — " he repeated.
JIMMIE COULD NOT CONCEAL HIS DISAPPOINTMENT