"Sit down, sit down; do!" he said hastily.

"I don't believe they'll be very long.
They've only got a little bit of shopping to do." And then, in a changed, in a ringing, nervous tone, he asked, "And how about your job, Joe?
Nothing new, I take it?
I suppose you're all just waiting for the next time ?" "Aye--that's about the figure of it." Chandler's voice had also changed; it was now sombre, menacing.

"We're fair tired of it-- beginning to wonder when it'll end, that we are!" "Do you ever try and make to yourself a picture of what the master's like ?" asked Bunting.

Somehow, he felt he must ask that.
"Yes," said Joe slowly.

"I've a sort of notion--a savage, fierce-looking devil, the chap must be.