“I have done nothing to get him against me!”
“Oi know thot; but he’ll hate yez jist th’ soame, an’ it’s th’ divvil he is at toimes.”
“Well, I can’t help it if he does hate me. I was set to work on this engine, and I propose to do the job.”
Larry nodded approvingly.
“Oi don’t belave yer afraid av th’ divvil hisself; but it’s well enough to kape yer oie open.”
“That’s right. How about Old Slugs?”
“He’s been quiet as a lamb ivver since ye did him oop. Thot wur a foine job, Mr. Merriwell, but it won’t be thot way wid Hicks.”
“No?”
“Nivver. He’ll not attimpt to foight yez on th’ square.”
“Will he fight?”