"If I wasn't foreman of an outfit, do you know what I'd do? I'd let the foreman do the worryin'."
Beck scratched his chin with a concern which surely could not have been genuine, for he said:
"Yeah. That's the best way. Only..."
"Well, you had your chance to be foreman; why didn't you take it?"
Beck pondered a moment.
"In the first place I wasn't crazy wild to stay with this outfit, 'cause when I lift my nose in the air and sniff real careful, I can smell a lot of hell coming this way, and I'm a mighty meek and peaceful citizen.
"In the second place, I don't care much about drawing the best job in the country like I'd draw a prize cake at a church social."
Hepburn sniffed.
"You passed it up, though. Now, why don't you pass up worryin' about my job?"
Beck did not reply at once, but turned on the other a taunting, maddening smile.