McGregor said nothing. He was not offended by the vileness of the name
the German had called him and took it merely as a challenge that he
had been expecting and that he meant to accept. With a grim smile on
his lips he walked toward the German and when but one apple barrel lay
between them reached across and dragged the foreman sputtering and
swearing down the passageway to a window at the end of the room. By
the window he stopped and putting his hand to the throat of the
struggling man began to choke him into submission. Blows fell on his
face and body. Struggling terribly the German kicked McGregor's legs
with desperate energy. Although his ears rang with the hammer-like
blows that fell about his neck and cheeks McGregor stool silent under
the storm. His blue eyes gleamed with hatred and the muscles of his
great arms danced in the light from the window. As he looked into the
protruding eyes of the writhing German he thought of fat Reverend
Minot Weeks of Coal Creek and added an extra twitch to the flesh
between his fingers. When a gesture of submission came from the man
against the wall he stepped back and let go his grip. The German
dropped to the floor. Standing over him McGregor delivered his
ultimatum. "You report this or try to get me fired and I'll kill you
outright," he said.
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