"That's more like it. I'd
hate to bury a green man under too much responsibility."
"No," denied Welton, "it isn't that exactly. Somebody's got to boss the
rest of 'em. And Bob certainly is a wonder at getting the men to like
him and to work for him. That's his strong point. He gets on with them,
and he isn't afraid to tell 'em when he thinks they're 'sojering' on
him. That makes me think: I wonder what kind of ornaments these waiters
are supposed to be." He rapped sharply on the little table with his
pocket-knife.
"It's up to him," he went on, after the waiter had departed. "If he's
too touchy to acknowledge his ignorance on different points that come
up, and if he's too proud to ask questions when he's stumped, why, he's
going to get in a lot of trouble. If he's willing to rely on his men for
knowledge, and will just see that everybody keeps busy and sees that
they bunch their hits, why, he'll get on well enough."
"It takes a pretty wise head to make them bunch their hits," Orde
pointed out, "and a heap of figuring."
"It'll keep him mighty busy, even at best," acknowledged Welton, "and
he's going to make some bad breaks.
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