"Mosey," repeated Meg. "Do you know him?"
"I think I do. Is his first name Andy?"
"Yep."
"Well, I'm stumped!" declared the young machinist. "Yes, I know him," he continued bitterly. "And he'll know me, too, when we meet again."
Jack meant all his manner implied. His blood boiled at the thought of the Irishman, and the cowardly treatment he had received at the mill.
"Does Mosey come here often?" he asked.
"Not lately. He used to, him and two or three more. But I oughten to tell you all this! Pooler'll beat me if he finds it out."
"Not if I'm around!" replied Jack, stoutly. "But we will not mention what you have told us."
"Wish you wouldn't. But I don't care anyhow; I'm gettin' tired, and sha'n't stay much longer."
"What will you do?" asked Mont.