“Miss Kate Prentice owns this brand.”
“Oh—the 'Cheap Queen'!”
Bowers’s head swung as though on a pivot.
“What did you say?”
“I’ve heerd that’s what they call her.”
Bowers’s eyes narrowed as he answered:
“Not in my hearin’.” Then he added: “Nobody can knock the outfit I’m workin’ for and eat their grub while they’re doin’ it. Sabe?”
“Don’t know as I blame you,” the stranger conciliated.
“I’ll go cook,” said Bowers shortly, getting up.
The stranger urged politely: