In fact, it was the fellow’s first day in Quick’s employ, he having been engaged the night before to take the place of the bartender who had on one occasion knocked Burt out.
The newcomer, Jim Elford, was an ex-sneak-thief.
“Sa-ay, Bull, you can’t see the boss—understand?”
“Why can’t I see him?”
“Just because I say you can’t.”
“Are you the boss here?”
“Just now I am.”
“Is Quick in the house?”
“Sonny,” remarked Jim, who was many years younger than the man he addressed, “you can’t get any information from me.”
“What have I done to you?”