"Then you're recommending Darwen?" Carstairs asked.
"Ye-es, I think, for a new job, you understand. Darwen would be rather more suitable. I tell you this because I thought probably Darwen would tell you, and you might misinterpret my action."
Thompson was a sportsman, he liked to have things square and aboveboard.
"Thanks! I understand," Carstairs said, and went out. He crossed the engine room and looked for Darwen.
"So you're putting your theory into practice," he said, looking Darwen sternly in the eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked, flushing angrily, and Carstairs couldn't help thinking what a remarkably handsome fellow he was.
"Why, you've got Southville."
"Yes, I know. Thompson told me just now. What about it?"
"You're a damn skunk, that's all. I won the toss."
"You're a liar or a fool, and I'll punch your head if you call me a skunk."