"Here!" he called to a lazy Irishman, "get back there where you belong!"

"Come now, Blaney, talk business."

"What do you want to know about that stock?"

"How are you going to vote it?"

"I guess I can vote it."

"Are you going to stick to me?"

"I don't know whether I am or not. I'll do what the Council directs."

Jim gave him a contemptuous glance.

"Don't be a fool, Blaney."

"See here," said Blaney, rising; "what are _you_ trying to do?"

Jim rose too.

"You've answered my question," he replied. "You think you can throw me
out."

"I ain't throwing anybody out," muttered Blaney. He walked away and stood
looking at the trench in the street which the men had sunk shoulder deep.
Jim followed.