The foreman's bushy brows met in a suspicious way, but he declared promptly:
"You have only to ask."
"You will grant it?"
"For little Nora's sake, lad, I'd give you half I own!"
"I don't want that, Mr. Forgan. The favor I have to ask is--don't drink."
It was out, with an effort--Ralph had placed a pleading hand on the foreman's arm. He felt Forgan start and quiver. Would he burst into one of his uncontrollable fits of passion and storm and rave, and probably assault him?
The climax delayed so long that Ralph ventured another appeal.
"For little Nora's sake, Mr. Forgan!" he pleaded.
"Boy, you have said enough--go! go!" spoke Forgan huskily.
He almost pushed Ralph from the room. The door went shut, with Ralph standing outside, his breath coming quickly, for the episode had been one of intense strain.