"
"Oh, you make me tired--you kid!" burst from Bellas's lips.
"This isn't an experience meeting," Tom replied, not losing his smile,
"and I'm not interested in your impressions of me. Do you wish to make
any statement advocating your right to be taken on the pay roll again?"
"No, I don't!" roared the angry fellow. "All I want to do is to show
you my opinion of you, Tommy! I can do that best by rubbing your nose
in the dirt outside."
Foreman Payson flung himself between the big, angry human bull and the
young chief engineer.
"Don't waste any time or heat on him, Mr. Payson," Tom advised, slipping
his handful of letters into his coat and tossing that garment to the
back of the room. "If Bellas has any grudge against me, I don't want to
stop him from making his last kick."
Tom took a step forward, his open hands hanging at his sides. He didn't
look by any means alarmed, though Bellas appeared to be about twice the
young chief engineer's size.
So prompt had been Reade's action that, for a moment, Bellas looked
astounded.
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