Evarts isn't such a man and I won't have
him on the work again."
"He'll go on the pay-roll, anyway," snorted Mr. Bascomb.
"I can't help what you may see fit to pay him, Mr. Bascomb, provided you
pay him somewhere else. But the fellow can't go on the pay-roll here for
the simple reason that he wouldn't be allowed to visit this construction
camp for the purpose of getting his money. Mr. Bascomb, I am not trying to
ride a high horse. I recognize that you are president of the company, and
that I must take all reasonable orders from you and carry them out to the
letter. Yet I can't take any orders that would simply hinder my work and
damage my reputation as an engineer. Evarts can't come back into this camp
as long as I am in charge here."
"We'll take that up again presently," returned Mr. Bascomb, with an air of
ruffled dignity. "Now, there's another matter that we must discuss. I
know what has been done in the way of great damage to the retaining wall.
I also know that this damage came through enmity that you stirred up by
drumming certain parties out of this camp."
"You refer, sir, I take it, to my act in having Blixton police officers
come in here and chase out some gamblers who had come here for the purpose
of winning the money of the workmen?"
"That's it," nodded Bascomb.
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