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He seemed greatly put out, shamed, to think that the man should come here so, especially on this peaceful Sabbath morning. "I've tould ye before," he replied defiantly after a time, "that ye've had aall ye earned, an' more. Ye left me without finishin' yer work, an' ye'll get no more time from me. If ye waant more, go down to the ahffice an' see if they'll give it to ye.
"Well, ye're jist in time; I waant ye to go down to the ahffice." "Certainly," I replied, but before I could say more he climbed out of his hole, his white jeans odorous of the new-turned earth, and fished in the pocket of an old gray coat which lay beside him for a soiled and crumpled letter, which he finally unfolded with his thick, clumsy fingers. Then he held it up and looked at it defiantly.
"I waant ye to go to Woodlawn," he continued, "an' look after some bolts that arre up there there's a keg av thim an' sign the bill fer thim, an' ship thim down to me. An' thin I waant ye to go down to the ahffice an' take thim this o.k." The company demanded these of all foremen, in order to keep its records straight. Its accounting department was useless without them.
His expression changed completely and he began to swell, as was customary with him when he was angry, as though suffering from an internal eruption of some kind. "The bla'guard!" I heard him mutter. "Now, be gob, what'll that felly be waantin'?" and then as the stranger drew nearer, "Who was it tould him I was here? Maybe some waan at the ahffice."
Eugene went, finding him working on the problem of constructing a coal bin under the depot at Fords Centre, and raising as much storm as ever. He was received with a grin of satisfaction. "So here ye arre. Will, ye're just in time. I want ye to go down to the ahffice." Eugene laughed. "Sure," he said.
I would hear, and then would see him rushing for the office, a defiant and even threatening mason at his heels; Rourke demanding that I make out a time-check at once for the latter and go down to the "ahffice" and get the money, the while the mason hung about attempting to seduce other men to a similar point of view.
He flung a parting shot at his superior as I departed. "Tell him that I'll sign fer thim when I get thim, an' not before," he declared. I went on my way, knowing full well that no such message was for delivery, and that he did not intend that it should be. It was just the Irish of it. I went off to Woodlawn and secured the bolts, after which I went down to the "ahffice" and reported.
Ye'll be after givin' it to me, er I'll get it out of ye somehow. It's naht goin' to be ch'ated out av me money I am." "I'm owin' ye naathin'," insisted Rourke. "Ye may as well go away from here. Ye'll get naathin'. If ye waant anything more, go an' see the ahffice," and now he strode away to where the Italians were, ignoring the stranger completely and muttering something about his being drunk.
"I want ye to go to Woodlawn," he continued, "and look after some bolts that arre theyer there's a keg av thim an' sign the bill fer thim, an' ship thim down to me. They're not miny. An' thin I waant ye to go down to the ahffice an' take thim this O. K." And here he fished around and produced another crumpled slip. "It's nonsinse!" he exclaimed, when he saw it. "It's onraisonable!
I know them aall, every waan av thim, an' their thricks. It's naht foolin' me they'll be. But, me b'y," he added instructively, "it's a fine job ye'll have runnin' down to the ahffice gettin' their time." "You don't mean to say that you're going to discharge them, Rourke, do you?" I asked. "Shewer!" he exclaimed authoritatively. "Why shouldn't I? They're jist the same as other min.
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