The boys greeted Joe politely.
“If the fat feller belongs to a bunch like this it’s most enough to make me fire him,” growled the manager. “Have you watered them elephants, Joe?”
“Sure I have.”
“And wiped off them cages?”
“Yep.”
“Well, you know what yer next job is. Git!”
“Don’t have to.”
Mr. Whiffin was both amazed and angry.
“It’s all the doin’s o’ that there new barker,” he declared, emphatically. “He’s been fillin’ yer head full o’ cranky notions. Ye’re gittin’ too big fer your place.”
“’Tain’t so!” Joe flung back, spitefully.