“You didn’t make any bargain, then?”
“No.”
“What are you going to do next?” inquired Hogan.
“I don’t know,” said Joe.
Hogan finally moved off.
“I hate that boy,” he soliloquized. “He puts on airs for a country boy. So he’s getting too proud to talk to me, is he? We’ll see, Mr. Joseph Mason.”
Joe kept on till his task was completed, put on his coat and went into the restaurant.
It was the supper-hour.
“I’ve finished the job,” said Joe, in a businesslike tone.
The German took a look at Joe’s work.