"By cripes! here I am spending valuable time so as to make you bums into prosperous men—"
"Where do you come in, Bill?" asked a voice from the rear.
"I don't have to come in. I am in. You fellows have got to join the union. Then you'll get good wages, easy hours, decent—"
"Yeh; but—"
Hendrik turned to the man who had interrupted—a short chap advertising a chain of hat-stores and asked, "But what?"
"Nutt'n!" The hatter had once helped about a prize-fighter's training-quarters, hence the quick duck.
"Also, you'll have easy—"
"Easy!" The hatter had spoken prematurely again.
"What?" scowled Hendrik.
"Hours," hastily explained the man.