"Stephen Rush."
"Well, Steve, don't be afraid of Jarvis. His bark is much worse than his bite."
"I am not afraid of him, sir."
"If he bothers you here, let me know. If you have any trouble outside, report it to the superintendent or to your foreman. Where are you going to work?"
"I don't know, sir. I have not been assigned. I thank you, but I think I shall be able to take care of myself without reporting to anyone," added Rush, flashing a significant glance at Bob Jarvis. The latter started to make some reply, but checked himself sharply.
From that time on the meal proceeded without further disturbance. Just as they were leaving the table, however, Jarvis edged over to where Steve was standing, waiting for those ahead of him to pass through the narrow door.
"I hope you get in my shift," he whispered in Steve's ear.
"Why?"
"Because I'll have a chance to teach you a few things."