"And that is the reason he wants a new clerk, eh?" said Robert, with a short laugh. "Well, I don't think I'll apply."
"Couldn't you lick old Rogers if he hit you first?"
"I wouldn't want to get into a fight with him."
"He's a terror when he's half drunk—my dad says so."
"Does he work in the place?"
"Yes, he's a butcher."
"And did he ever have any trouble?"
"Lots of times. Once old Rogers followed my dad with a butcher knife, but dad up and knocked the knife from his hand with a club."
"And what did your father do then?"
"He was goin' to have old Rogers locked up for salt the battery, or sumt'ing like that, but Rogers he raised dad's wages a dollar a week, an' so dad didn't do nuthin."