"The quickest way o' settlin' the strike is for"—he paused—"youse bosses to give in."
Baxter's face went a little pale. Something very like a snarl came from the spectators.
Foley gave a prolonged chuckle. "If youse'll pay me for my time, I'm willin' to play tag in the dark so long's the coin lasts. But if youse ain't, come to business, or I'll go."
"I don't understand," returned Baxter blankly.
"Oh, tell the truth now an' then, Baxter. It sorter gives contrast to the other things youse say. Youse understand all right enough."
Baxter continued his blank look.
Foley laughed dryly. "Now why do youse keep up that little game with me, Baxter? But keep it up, if youse like it? It don't fool no one, so where's the harm. I see through youse all right, even if youse don't understand me."
"Yes?"
"Mebbe youse'd like to have me tell youse why youse sent for me?"
There was no answer.