Shirley ran for Bet who was still interviewing the first comer, and shoved her toward the door. "You talk to him, Bet."
"Good morning, sir," said Bet.
"I want to talk to the boss."
"I'm the boss."
The man glared at her with an angry look. She saw that he did not believe her and imagined that she was making fun of him.
"When I want to see the boss, that's who I want to see!" he muttered.
A third man appeared and the second turned on him. "Say, can't you read? That sign says eleven o'clock! Now git out!"
"I'll not get out. Where's the boss?"
By this time the girls were frightened at the threatening attitude of the men. Joy was almost hysterical with fear.
"I'm the only boss there is here," said the second visitor, doubling up his fists as if prepared to fight.