The months slid into years before Mr. Bone was satisfied that the tools Jinot made could withstand thousands of heavy strikes. • • • It was the richest and strangest part of his life, for he felt he was no longer Jinot Sel, but someone else, a hybrid creature in a contrived space. Mr. Bone took an interest in him. There were many good Indian men in the factory but he had fastened on Jinot, who, with his fresh, smiling face, looked younger than he was.
