“Well, chuck it there in the corner,” said the man; then suddenly he stopped, and looked at Hal, frowning. “You belong to any union?”
“Lord, no!”
“Did you ever belong to any union?”
“No, sir. Never.”
The man's gaze seemed to imply that Hal was lying, and that his secret soul was about to be read. “You have to swear to that, you know, before you can work here.”
“All right,” said Hal, “I'm willing.”
“I'll see you about it to-morrow,” said the other. “I ain't got the paper with me. By the way, what's your religion?”
“Seventh Day Adventist.”
“Holy Christ! What's that?”
“It don't hurt,” said Hal. “I ain't supposed to work on Saturdays, but I do.”