"I hope you don't hold no hard feelings for me," Gifkin began.
"Me hold hard feelings for you?" Scheikowitz exclaimed. "I guess you forget yourself, Gifkin. A boss don't hold no hard feelings for a feller which is working in the place, Gifkin; otherwise the feller gets fired and stays fired, Gifkin."
At this juncture Polatkin in the rôle of peacemaker created a diversion.
"Joe," he called to young Borrochson, who was passing the cutting-room door, "come in here a minute."
He turned to Gifkin as Joe entered.
"I guess you seen this young feller before?" he said.
Gifkin looked hard at Joe for a minute.
"I think I seen him before somewheres," he replied.
"Sure you seen him before," Polatkin rejoined. "His name is Borrochson."
"Borrochson!" Gifkin cried, and Joe, whose colour had heightened at the close scrutiny to which he had been subjected, began to grow pale.