“It was necessary, Hicks,” said the foreman, with an expression of anger. “I will have an old wiper go over her after Merriwell finishes, so she will be all right.”
“But I don’t want a greenie plugging at her. They’re sure to be tryin’ to find out how things work, and they get things out of order.”
“I don’t think there will be any trouble in that line.”
“Then you don’t mean to take him off?”
“No.”
Hicks was boiling.
“All right!” he snarled. “If anything happens, don’t blame me. You know how particular I am with old 33, an’ I don’t think you are givin’ me a square deal.”
With that he left the roundhouse, muttering and growling as he went.