“Get up!” he growled. “Go wash the blood off your face and go to work again, if you are able. I should have fired you if this gentleman had requested it.”
The wiper succeeded in getting upon his feet, but he staggered a bit as he walked away.
Something like a grim smile passed over the face of the foreman.
“He has received a good lesson,” nodded the man. “It was what he deserved, and I’m glad you were able to give it to him. You are a wonder for a boy.”
“I am hardly a boy, sir.”
“Well, you are hardly more than that. Did I hear you say you were looking for work?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What kind of work?”
“Any kind that I can get.”
“Why, there is no work in here that you would do. You are not a machinist?”