"If any one comes in that way, get him and get him quick. You
understand? Don't let him cry out."
Chicago Red grinned with cheerful acceptance of the issue in such
an encounter. He held up his huge hand, widely open.
"Not a chance," he declared, proudly, "with that over his mug."
To avoid possible interruption of his movements in an emergency,
he removed the chair Garson had placed and set it to one side,
out of the way.
"Now, let's get to work," Garson continued eagerly. Mary spoke
with the bitterness of defeat.
"Listen, Joe! If you do this, I'm through with you. I quit."
Garson was undismayed by the threat.
"If this goes through," he countered, "we'll all quit. That's why
I'm doing it. I'm sick of the game."
He turned to the work in hand with increased energy.
"Come, you, Griggs and Red, and push that desk down a bit so that
I can stand on it." The two men bent to the task, heedless of
Mary's frantic protest.
"No! no! no! no! no, Joe!"
Red, however, suddenly straightened from the desk and stood
motionless, listening.
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