"Where you think he go?" demanded the Icelander, after Bob had finished.
"I'll tell you, Segunder, I believe that man Cavard has had something to do with this affair."
"Huh!" was the only comment made by the giant.
After his day's work had been finished, however, Segunder started off downtown. He walked along with lowered head, gazing suspiciously into every face he met, as though in search of someone. Olsen continued his slow tramping about the village until the supper hour had passed. He had no thought for this. His mind was possessed of a singleness of purpose that would permit of the entrance of no other thought there.
"You know where boss he stay?" demanded Segunder of the secretary of the union, whom he finally met.
"Who do you mean—the superintendent?"
Olsen shook his head.
"Cavard."
"Oh, Cavard, you mean? I left him at Liberty Hall just now. He is attending to some of the union's affairs there. You will find him if you go there. He isn't going home to supper. What do you want? You're a scab! They'll serve you as they did those two scabs Rush and Jarvis, if you go there."
"No throw Segunder out of window," grunted the Icelander.