The Stranger from the North
Lucy Walker
"He doesn't look the kind that takes orders easily," Gerry said. "What do you say, Bill? Do we offer him a job?"
Something about the man stirred her. There was a personal magnetism that was hard to define. Perhaps it was his eyes. They were hard, clear and compelling.
"We'll offer him the courtesy of billy tea," Bill said quietly. "Then we'll see how he makes out."
Looking at the stranger, Gerry had a queer feeling that it would be he who saw who was making out.
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