Irish setter red.

“I was ready to give up and go home. But Spaulding would not hear of it. I do not know how he did it. But he pushed and pulled. At last he got me to the door.

“We joined the line going up the steps. There was another line of men coming down. They were men who had been turned down.

“Our line kept moving. Soon we found ourselves in a room on the second floor. There was nothing in the room except two chairs and a table. Behind the table sat a small man. His hair was as red as mine. This man looked over each new job hunter. He found some small reason to say no to each one.

“But my turn was different. The red-headed man took one look at me. Then he got up and closed the door. He shook my hand. ‘I’m Duncan Ross,’ he said.

“I was too afraid to say anything. So my helper spoke for me. ‘This is J. B. Wilson,’ said Spaulding. ‘He’s here about the job with the Redheaded League.’

“ ‘And he’s just right for it!’ cried Duncan Ross. ‘I don’t think I have ever seen such a fine head of hair.’

“Ross stepped over to the open window. ‘The job has been taken!’ he shouted. One by one the men below all went away. Soon Mr. Duncan Ross and I were the only redheads in sight.

“Ross turned to me. ‘How soon can you start your new job?’

“ ‘Uh, I don’t know …’ said I. ‘You see, I have a small store—’

“Vincent Spaulding broke in. ‘Oh, don’t worry about the store, Mr.