McGowan." The voice came as if
through tightly clenched teeth. "If you have any business that I
can attend to I am here to do it, but you can't remain here and
abuse Mr. Minott. My purpose in coming downstairs was to help you
if I could, but you must act like a man, not like a ruffian."
Murphy stepped quickly between the two men:
"Go easy, Mac," he cried in a conciliatory tone. "If the doctor's
with him ye can't see him. Hear what Mr. Breen has to say; ye got
to wait anyhow. Of course, Mr. Breen, Mr. McGowan is het up
because the men is gettin' ugly, and he ain't got money enough for
his next pay-roll, and the last one ain't all paid yit."
McGowan again shifted his hat--this time he canted it on one side.
His companion's warning had had its effect, for his voice was now
pitched in a lower key.
"There ain't no use talking pay-roll to Mr. Breen, Jim," he
growled. "He knows what it is; he gits up agin' it once in a while
himself. If he'll tell me just when I'm going to get my money I'll
wait like any decent man would wait, but I want to know, and I
want to know now.
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