“So'm I,” added another.
“One at a time, men,” advised Payson. “I think Bellas feels that he's capable of talking for all of you.”
The other foremen restrained the crowd, while Mr. Payson led Bellas over to the headquarters shack.
Tom looked up from a handful of old letters as the two men entered.
“See here, you!” was Bellas's form of greeting.
“Try it again,” smiled Tom pleasantly.
“You're the man I want to talk to,” Bellas snarled. “What do you mean by—”
“What's your name?” asked Reade quickly.
“None of your—”
“We can never do business on that kind of courtesy,” smiled Reade. “Mr. Payson, show the man out and let him come back when he's cooler.”