"Find some one--take one side yourself, if you have to."

Max hurried away for the lanterns, Bannon walked out to the group of men
on the middle tracks.

"Where's Mr. Grady?" he said.

One of the men pointed, but the delegate gave no attention.

"You're Mr. Grady, are you?" said Bannon. "I'm Mr. Bannon, of MacBride &
Company. What's the trouble here?"

The delegate was revelling in his authority: his manner was not what it
was to be when he should know Bannon better. He waved his hand toward the
wharf.

"You ought to know better than that," he said curtly.

"Than what?"

"Than what?--than running a job the way this is run."

"I think I can run this job," said Bannon, quietly. "You haven't told me
what's the trouble yet."

"It's right here--you're trying to make money by putting on one man to do
the work of two."

"How?"