Ganzell, the foreman, was not in the most pleasant frame of mind, for he did not fancy being talked to in such a manner.

“See what you can do on her, young man,” he said, scowling at Frank. “Hicks will raise a howl if he finds the least little thing wrong.”

“I’ll do my best, sir,” declared Frank, as he continued about his work.

“Here, Logan,” called the foreman, “look 33 over after Merriwell finishes.”

“All roight, sur,” said the young Irishman, who was at work near by. “Oi’ll do thot.”

Then the foreman went away.

After a little Larry Logan came over and watched Frank, making suggestions now and then.

“It’s a bad marn ye have agin’ yez, Mr. Merriwell,” said Larry.

“Who, Hicks?”

“Yis, sur.”