[FirstMud] money in it for

[Matelich M. <pro...@in...>]

O offer the next time he came around? More in the same friendly way?
When was it?" "Just this afternoon. Why, he said he was afraid we'd have
a strike on our hands." "He ought to know," said Bannon. "Did he give
any reason?" "Yes, he did. You won't mind my speaking it right out, I
guess. He said the men didn't like you, and if you wasn't recalled
they'd likely strike. He said they'd work under me if you was recalled,
but he didn't think he could keep 'em from going out if you stayed. That
ain't what I think, mind you; I'm just telling you what he said. Then he
kind of insinuated that I ought to do something about it myself. That
made me tired, and I told him to come to you about it. I said you was
the boss here now, and I was only the foreman of the night shift." Until
that last sentence Bannon had been only half listening. He made no sign,
indeed, of having heard anything, but stood hacking at the pine railing
with his pocket-knife. He was silent so long that at last Peterson arose
to go. Bannon shut his knife and wheeled around to face him. "Hold on,
Pete," he said. "We'd better talk this business out right here." "Talk
out what?" "Oh, I guess you know. Why don't we pull together better?
What is it you're sore about?" "Nothing. You don't need to worry about
it." "Look here, Pete. You've known me a good many years. Do you think
I'm square?" "I never said you wasn't square." "You might have given me