"And you?"
"It depends," answered No. 3 in the earnest voice of a man trying to be fair at all costs, "upon what the work will be."
"I sha'n't need you. Please don't ask me questions. Good day, sir."
"I have a right—"
"None whatever. It would be cruelty if I told you."
Mr. Barrett laughed. No. 3 said, angrily, "You can't come that on me and get away with it, you damned—"
"Go while the going is good, friend." H. R. spoke with the cold kindness of a man warning an objectionable inebriate. Then, when the loss of patience of a prize-fighter who, however, has not quite lost sight of the electric chair: "Get out! D'ye hear?"
The man left. H. R. stared out of the window. They could see it was to cool off. It gave the remaining pair a great respect for him and also a resolve not to stimulate the heat verbally. At length H. R. turned to No. 1 and said, "Wolverton is your name?"
"Yes," answered Wolverton. Then he added, "Sir."
"Do you always get what you want?"