“Hey there, Hardy!”
“I’m in a desperate hurry, Mr. Dunn,” said Ben, recognizing his challenger.
“Never mind—only a moment.” The big foreman got to Ben’s side and gripped his arm. “What did he give you?” he demanded.
“It isn’t fair to tell,” declared Ben, with an evasive smile.
“You’ll tell me,” firmly insisted the foreman.
“Well then—twenty-five.”
“H’m! He gave the night watchman only ten dollars when he saved the shop from burning down. Twenty-five dollars? That’s pretty fair—for Saxton.”
“Don’t delay me, Mr. Dunn,” again pleaded Ben, tugging to get loose.
“Just one more question,” said the foreman.
“Be quick, then.”