"Not many know of it," said Evan, indifferently.
"Do you think they will blab?" Penton was still unrepentant. His brazenness irritated the teller, who answered simply:
"Yes."
Penton looked at him angrily.
"See here," he said, imperiously, "I don't give a —— what these yokels think of me. I am manager here, and if I want to take a glass that's my business; understand?"
Evan made no reply. He walked doggedly from the manager's office to his cage and set to work. Penton stood pulling at the inflamed tip of his upper lip. His bluffing had failed. When he approached Nelson it was humbly.
"I hope you'll try to fix things up as much as possible, old man," he said.
Under the circumstances Evan would rather have been called Old Nick than "old man," but he nodded obedience to the manager's wishes and went about his business.
"I promise it won't happen again," said Penton, grovelling.
"It will soon pass off," said Evan.