"And say," Bannon added, with one foot on the doorstep, "you haven't seen anything more of that man Briggs, have you?"
Peterson shook his head.
"If you see him hanging around, you may as well throw him right off the job."
Peterson grinned.
"I guess he won't show up very fast. Max did him up good last night, when he was blowing off about bringing the delegate around."
Bannon had drawn the door to after him when he came out. He was turning back, with a hand on the knob, when Peterson, who was lingering, said in a low voice, getting out the words awkwardly:—
"Say, Charlie, she's all right, ain't she."
Bannon did not reply, and Peterson jerked his thumb toward the office.
"Max's sister, there. I never saw any red hair before that was up to the mark. Ain't she a little uppish, though, don't you think?"
"I guess not."