“Why?”
“He’s jealous of you now.”
“Jealous of me?”
“Yes.”
“Why—why should he be?”
“Well, there ain’t no real reason, but he don’t know. You’ve always been trying to do me favors, and his eyes are sharp. He liked you at first, but now he is beginning to growl to me. Says you are trying to know too much. Says you’re fresh. Quizzes me about what I think of you, and all that. I can read him, and I know he’s jealous, so look out.”
“I am sure I thank you for the warning,” said Frank, embarrassed.
“Oh, that’s all right. He’ll get over it.”
“Aren’t you afraid of a jealous man?”
“No; I like him all the better for it. If you was some chaps, I’d pretend to like you pretty well, just to see how much he’d stand; but I don’t know what he’d do, and I don’t want to get you into trouble. He has a pull with Haley, and he might get you fired. I shouldn’t like that.”