“You are one of Radway's men?”
“Yes.”
“In what capacity have you been working for him?”
“Cant-hook man,” replied Thorpe briefly.
“I see,” said Daly slowly. Then suddenly, with an intensity of energy that startled Thorpe, he cried: “Now you get out of here! Right off! Quick!”
The younger man recognized the compelling and autocratic boss addressing a member of the crew.
“I shall do nothing of the kind!” he replied with a flash of fire.
The mill-owner leaped to his feet every inch a leader of men. Thorpe did not wish to bring about an actual scene of violence. He had attained his object, which was to fluster the other out of his judicial calm.
“I have Radway's power of attorney,” he added.
Daly sat down, controlled himself with an effort, and growled out, “Why didn't you say so?”