"It was all an accident," Tom explained.
"But I might 'a' been kilt!"
"Sure you might," agreed Johnson sympathetically.
"How is it you weren't?" Tom asked.
"The beam, in whirlin' over, swung the end I was on into the floor below. I grabbed a beam an' let it travel alone. That's all."
Foley, breathing deeply from his rapid climb, emerged this instant from the flooring, and walked quickly to the group. "Anybody kilt?" he asked.
The particulars of the accident were given him. "Well, boys, youse see what happens when youse got a foreman that ain't onto his job."
Tom contemptuously turned his back and walked away.
"I don't see why Driscoll don't fire him," growled Jake.
"Who knows what'll happen!" Foley turned a twisted, knowing look about the group. "He's been talkin' a lot!"