Privately he
considered Tommy's speech a trifle grandiloquent. He began to think he
had underestimated Tommy, in more ways than one.
Nor did he fail to wonder at the dry smile that hovered about Sam Carr's
lips until that worthy old gentleman put his hand over his mouth to hide
it, while his shrewd old eyes twinkled with inner amusement. There was
something more than amusement, too. If Wes Thompson had not known that
Sam Carr liked Tommy, rather admired his push and ability to hold his
own in the general scramble, he would have said Carr's smile and eyes
tinged the amusement with something like contempt.
That puzzled Thompson. The Dominion, as well as the Empire, was slowly
formulating the war-doctrine that men must either fight or work. Tommy,
with his executive ability, his enthusiasm, was plunging into a needed
work. Tommy had a right to feel that he was doing a big thing. Thompson
granted him that. Why, then, should Carr look at him like that?
He was still recurring to that when he drove down town with Tommy later
in the evening. He was not surprised that Tommy sauntered into his rooms
after putting up his machine. He had been in the habit of doing that
until lately, and Thompson knew now that Tommy must have been very busy
on that shipyard organization.
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