"Well?"
"Well, no crook can be janitor in my house! Take your things out o' that room, and git!"
David wanted to seize the owner by the shoulders and shake his mean little soul out upon the sidewalk. "I take my orders from Mr. Rogers," he returned, controlling himself.
"And Rogers takes his orders from me. See? Now you git!"
"Rogers is my employer."
He swore fiercely at David. "Get too fresh, you dirty thief, and I'll punch your face in!"
"Please try!"
He looked into David's gleaming eyes, at the shoulders that promised too much strength, and his threatening attitude subsided.
"Well, if you won't go for me, we'll see what you'll say to Rogers!" he snorted. "You come with me to his office."
"If you want me, you'll find me in my room."