“Well, I don’t care who he is, I won’t have a slob clean old 33!”
“Phwat are yez goin’ to do?”
“See Ganzell about it.”
“Thot’ll be aisier fer yez than av ye troied to take th’ b’y off th’ job yersilf.”
“Shut up! Don’t you get sassy, fer I’ll thump ye if ye do.”
Then Hicks hurried away in search of the foreman.
“It’s a roight foine toime ye’ll have wid him,” said Larry to Frank. “He’s worse thin Ould Sloogs, fer he’ll be afther hittin’ yez in th’ back.”
“I am not afraid of him,” declared Frank, quietly.
In a short time Hicks came round with the foreman. Stopping near the engine, the angry man pointed to Frank, growling:
“Look here, Mr. Ganzell, you know I take special pride in the way I keep my engine. Now what d’yer mean by puttin’ a greenhorn on her to clean her?”