“Ganzell’s a fool! Get away from there!”
Frank kept at work.
“Get away from there, I tell ye!” snarled Hicks. “Don’t you hear what I say?”
“Yes.”
“Well, why don’t ye mind?”
“Because you are not the foreman.”
“The foreman be—blowed. That’s my engine; I run her. I’m not going to have a greenhorn plugging round her. Get away, now. If you don’t, I’ll——”
“What?”
Frank turned and looked the man straight in the eyes, and he was perfectly cool when he said:
“What will you do?”