“Good-night, sir.”
Larry Logan was waiting for Frank.
“Pwhat’s this they do be afther tellin’ av me?” asked the young Irishman. “Is it old Joe ye had a foight wid? An’ is he discharraged?”
“Yes; old Joe has been discharged.”
“Well, it’s a moighty good thing, fer it’s th’ divvil he wur at toimes.”
“I am sorry for him.”
“Ye are? G’wan! Fer whoy?”
“He has been a good engineer.”
“Thot’s roight, but his day is parrust, me b’y. He moight be roonin’ a passenger engine now, but he’s killed himseluf wid dhrink. It’s a wonder he has been afther holdin’ his place so long.”
Frank knew that well enough.