"Now who the"--some pirate words--"done that?" Pete demanded.
"It was all an accident," Tom explained.
"But I might "a" been kilt!"
"Sure you might," agreed Johnson sympathetically.
"How is it you weren"t?" Tom asked.
"The beam, in whirlin" over, swung the end I was on into the floor below. I grabbed a beam an" let it travel alone. That"s all."
Foley, breathing deeply from his rapid climb, emerged this instant from the flooring, and walked quickly to the group. "Anybody kilt?" he asked.
The particulars of the accident were given him. "Well, boys, youse see what happens when youse got a foreman that ain"t onto his job."
Tom contemptuously turned his back and walked away.
"I don"t see why Driscoll don"t fire him," growled Jake.
"Who knows what"ll happen!" Foley turned a twisted, knowing look about the group. "He"s been talkin" a lot!"
He walked over to where Tom stood watching the gang about the north crane. "I"m dead onto your game," he said, in a hard, quiet voice, his eyes glittering.
Tom was startled. He had expected Foley to learn of his plan, but thought he had guarded against such an early discovery. "Well?" he said defiantly.
Foley began to play with his mouse. "I guess youse know things"ll begin to happen." He greedily watched Tom"s face for signs of inward squirming. "Remember the little promise I made youse t"other day? Buck Foley usually keeps his promises, don"t he--hey?"
But the mouse refused to be played with. "The other beam, boys," it called out to three men, and strode away toward them.
Foley watched Tom darkly an instant, and then turned sharply about. At the ladder"s head Jake stopped him.
"Get him fired, Buck. Here"s your chance to get me that foreman"s job you promised me."
"We"ll see," Foley returned shortly, and pa.s.sed down the ladder and along the other leg of the angle to the office of Driscoll & Co. He gave his name to Miss Arnold. She brought back the message that he should call again, as Mr. Driscoll was too busy to see him.
"Sorry, miss, but I guess I"m as busy as he is. I can"t come again." And Foley brushed coolly past her and entered Mr. Driscoll"s office.
"Good-afternoon, Mr. Driscoll," he said, showing his yellow teeth in a smile, and helping himself to a chair. "Nice afternoon, ain"t it?"
Mr. Driscoll wheeled angrily about in his chair. "I thought I sent word to you I was too busy to see you?"
"So youse did, Mr. Driscoll. So youse did."
"Well, I meant it!" He turned back to his desk.
"I s"pose so," Foley said cheerfully. He tilted back easily in his chair, and crossed his legs. "But, youse see, I could hardly come again, an" I wanted very much to see youse."
Mr. Driscoll looked as though he were going to explode. But fits of temper at a thousand dollars a fit were a relief that he could afford only now and then. He kept himself in hand, though the effort it cost him was plain to Foley.
"What d"you want to see me about? Be in a hurry. I"m busy."
The point of Foley"s tongue ran gratified between his thin lips, as his eyes took in every squirm of this cornered mouse. "In the first place, I come just in a social way. I wanted to return the calls youse made on me last week. Youse see, I been studyin" up etiquette. Gettin" ready to break into the Four Hundred."
"And in the second place?" snapped Mr. Driscoll.
Foley stepped to the office door, closed it, and resumed his back-tilted seat. "In the second place, I thought I"d like to talk over one little point about the St. Etienne job."
Mr. Driscoll drew a check-book out of a pigeon-hole and dipped his pen.
"How much this time?"
The sarcasm did not touch Foley. He made a wide negative sweep with his right arm. "What I"m goin" to tell youse won"t cost youse a cent. It"s as free as religion." The point of red again slipped between his lips.
"Well?--I said I was busy."
"Well, here it is: Don"t youse think youse got a pretty b.u.m foreman on the St. Etienne job?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"Won"t youse talk in a little more of a Christian spirit, Mr. Driscoll?"
It was half a minute before Mr. Driscoll could speak in any kind of a spirit. "Will you please come to the point!"
"Why, I"m there already," the walking delegate returned sweetly. "As I was sayin", don"t youse think your foreman on the St. Etienne job is a pretty b.u.m outfit?"
"Keating?--I never had a better."
"D"youse think so? Now I was goin" to suggest, in a friendly way, that youse get another man in his place."
"Are you running my business, or am I?"
"If youse"d only talk with a little more Christian----"
The eyes clicked. The members of the church to which Mr. Driscoll belonged would have stuffed fingers into their horrified ears at the language in which Foley was asked to go to a place that was being prepared for him.
Foley was very apologetic. "I"m too busy now, an" I don"t get my vacation till August. Then youse ain"t goin" to take my advice?"
"No! I"m not!"
The walking delegate stopped purring. He leaned forward, and the claws pushed themselves from out their flesh-pads. "Let"s me and youse make a little bet on that, Mr. Driscoll. Shall we say a thousand a side?"
Driscoll"s eyes and Foley"s battled for a moment. "And if I don"t do it?" queried Mr. Driscoll, abruptly.
"I don"t like to disturb youse by talkin" about unpleasant things. It would be too bad if you didn"t do it. Youse really couldn"t afford any more delays on the job, could youse?"
Mr. Driscoll made no reply.
Foley stood up, again purring. "It"s really good advice, ain"t it? I"ll send youse round a good man in the mornin" to take his place. Good-by."
As Foley pa.s.sed out Mr. Driscoll savagely brushed the papers before him to one side of his desk, crushing them into a crumpled heap, and sat staring into the pigeon-holes. He sent for Mr. Berman, who after delivering an opinion in favor of Foley"s proposition, departed for his own office, pausing for a moment to lean over the desk of the fair secretary. Presently, with a great gulp, Mr. Driscoll touched a b.u.t.ton on his desk and Miss Arnold appeared within the doorway. She was slender, but not too slender. Her heavy brown hair was parted in the middle and fell over either end of her low, broad forehead. The face was sensitive, sensible, intellectual. Persons chancing into Mr. Driscoll"s office for the first time wondered how he had come by such a secretary.