"'I guess I'm fired—is that it?' I says.
"'You're a good guesser,' says De Mott.
"The chicken has come over by this time.
"'Are you hurt, Blister?' she says.
"'Not a bit, girlie,' I says, 'n' starts to go change my clothes.
"'Wait till I give you an order on the box-office for your money,' says De Mott.
"'Well, get busy,' I says to him. 'I've stood it around where you are about as long as is healthy.'
"'What's that?' says the chicken to De Mott. 'You don't mean to tell me you fired him!'
"'I don't mean to tell you anything that's none of your business,' says De Mott. 'Go dress for the next act!'
"'Not on your life!' she says. 'You can't fire him; it wasn't his fault! I'll write Banks a lot I know about you!'