"No—what?"
"'Polly, you talk too d——d much.'"
The doctor chuckled and changed the subject. "What's your labor-friend, Wringman, doing now? What did he come back here for?"
"Same old thing—dodging work."
"He seems to me to work other people pretty well."
The other nodded acquiescingly.
"He's on a new line now. McSheen's got him. Yes, he has," as the doctor looked incredulous.
"What's he after? Who's he working for?"
"Same person—Coll McSheen. Pretty busy, too. Mr. Glave there knows him already."
"Glave!—Glave!" repeated the doctor. "Where did I hear your name? Oh, yes! Do you know a preacher named John Marvel!"