“Yes.”
“Better look out for ’im.”
“Why?”
“He’s bad.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, an’ ugly.”
“Is he?”
“Yes, an’ works you to death. He’s used up three boys a’ready; one went home yisterday all stove to pieces. I wouldn’t work for ’im; I quit.”
Joe was naturally very much startled, but he soon found breath to ask,—