"Oh!" I said as easily as I could, "I'm one of their help."
"Well, my son, maybe you know better than I what they do with their money? They don't pay us."
I knew he was trying to pump me about the Enterprise. I smiled and told him nothing, but I got that order delivered. Once or twice more, having been successful with the manager, I was sent on the same errand. Carmichael swore at me, bullied me, and jollied me, as his mood happened to be. Finally he said in earnest:—
"Joyce's got to the end of his rope, kid. You needn't come in here again. The firm will collect in the usual way."
I had seen all along that this was bound to come, and had made up my mind what I should do in the event.
"Do you hear?" the Irishman roared.
"Do you hear?" the Irishman roared. "What are you standing there for? Get along and tell your boss I'll put a sheriff over there."
"I guess I have come to stay," I replied easily.