“You sure can.”
“An’ come back if I want to?”
“No,” said Stanley, sweetly. “You can’t come back. If you go out, you lose your job.”
“That’s it!” shouted Hummel, banging the table again. “We kin go out, but we can’t come back! Why can’t we come back?”
“You’ll have to ask Mr. West,” replied Stanley.
“Who’s he?”
“He’s the chief dispatcher, and in charge here.”
“That kid what sent for me this mornin’?”
“The same. But he ain’t a kid an’ I’d advise you not to monkey with him.”
“Pooh!” said Hummel, contemptuously. “I guess I kin hold my own with a purty boy like that. Where is he?”