On the Iron at Big Cloud
"Ut'll be just a show-down, Mr. Carleton, that's all there is to ut. Me or him, which?" he announced.
Carleton tilted his chair back, put his feet up on the desk and his thumbs in the armholes of his vest. "State your case, Rafferty," he said calmly.
"Case!" Rafferty spluttered. "Case is ut? I'm sick av bein' bossed bye kids out av school that was buildin' blocks whin I was buildin' enjines. I quit or he does!" Rafferty jerked his thumb in Holman's direction.
"Is that all you have to say, Rafferty?"
"That's about the size av ut."
"Very well, Rafferty, you can get your time," said Carleton quietly.
For a moment Rafferty stared as though he had not hear