CHAPTER XXIII.
FRANKLIN MAKES A NEW FRIEND.
The whistle was now blowing for those in the factory to quit work, and, anxious to get away, the packers and stock clerks disappeared from the platform, leaving the young electrician and Macklin, the truckman, alone.
Franklin found Macklin quite a good fellow with whom to get along. The truckman showed him where to place the boxes that were taken from the overloaded truck. The task of lightening was soon accomplished, and then Macklin drove out of the yard on his truck, with the young electrician following on the turnout, which the shiftless Hank Bitters had heretofore driven.
"Affairs have shaped themselves rather quickly," thought Franklin, as they moved along. "Here I have not yet been a whole day in Chicago, and have secured a situation with the very firm I was sent on to watch. I trust my good luck continues."
They drove down one street, and up another, and inside of half an hour arrived at a dock, situated on the river, not far from the lake.
