Tux eyed him, then shrugged.
“Okay, I’ll manage on my own.”
“You’d better make a job of it.”
“I’ll make a job of it.”
O’Brien got up, opened the cabin door and went into the passage. He walked to Johnny’s cabin, turned the key that was in the lock, pushed open the door and entered.
Johnny was dozing. He opened his eyes, blinked, then sat up.
“Hello, Johnny,” O’Brien said quietly.
He looked at Johnny’s bruised face with satisfaction. It was about time someone pushed this punk around, he thought as he closed the door and leaned against it.
Johnny eyed him warily.
“What do you want?”