I'll go to him straight." "I'll take you over to his office," nodded Foreman Payson.
"I'm going, too," announced another workman.
"So'm I," added another.
"One at a time, men," advised Payson.

"I think Bellas feels that he's capable of talking for all of you." The other foremen restrained the crowd, while Mr.Payson led Bellas over to the headquarters shack.
Tom looked up from a handful of old letters as the two men entered.
"See here, you!" was Bellas's form of greeting.
"Try it again," smiled Tom pleasantly.
"You're the man I want to talk to," Bellas snarled.

"What do you mean by--" "What's your name ?" asked Reade quickly.
"None of your--" "We can never do business on that kind of courtesy," smiled Reade.

"Mr.
Payson, show the man out and let him come back when he's cooler." "There isn't anyone here who can show me out!" blustered Bellas, swinging his big arms and causing the heavy muscles to stand out.
"If you don't care to behave in a businesslike way, and talk like a man, we'll do our best to show you out," Tom retorted, still with a pleasant smile.

"What are you here for, anyway ?" "Why have I been fired ?" roared Bellas.
"Can't you guess ?" queried Tom.
"Was it for going to town and being away all night ?" "Yes, and also for not being on hand this morning." "There wasn't any work to do," growled Bellas.
"You expected to be paid for your time, and you should have been in camp, as your time belonged to the railroad by, right of purchase.
Bellas, you have been drinking over in town, haven't you ?" "If I have, it's my own business.