Jack McCoy burst into the office of the Legonia Fish Cannery and hurled the question angrily at his young employer.
Gregory looked hard at McCoy's flushed face and snapping gray eyes. Then he said quietly: "I expect you to train them."
"My God!" McCoy came a step closer. Then he burst out: "Don't you know it's hard enough to run a cannery with real men without——"
Gregory was on his feet in an instant.
"Don't say it," he gritted. "Unless you want to hook up with me right now."
McCoy sought to explain.
"I'm not saying anything against them," he said. "But you don't understand. I wonder if you have any idea what it means to break in a bunch like that."
"Yes. That is why I hired you. I believed you could do it. If you can't, I'll find some one else who will."
Gregory leaned against the desk.