Foley did not deny the similitude. "youse're gettin' off dirt cheap."
"When'll the men go back to work?"
"The minute youse pay, the strike's off."
Mr. Driscoll drew out his check-book, and started to fill in a check with a fountain pen.
"Hold on there!" Foley cried. "No checks for me."
"What's the matter with a check?"
"Youse don't catch me scatterin' my name round on the back o' checks. D'youse think I was born yesterday?"
"Where's the danger, since the money's to go to the men for waiting time?" Mr. Driscoll asked sarcastically.
"It's cash or nothin'," Foley said shortly.
"I've no money with me. I'll bring it some time next week."