The other took no notice.
“You’re goin’ to answer for that job of the other night.”
Paul went to his desk in his corner, and turned over the leaves of the ledger.
“Go and tell Fanny I want order 097, quick!” he said to his boy.
Dawes stood in the doorway, tall and threatening, looking at the top of the young man’s head.
“Six and five’s eleven and seven’s one-and-six,”Paul added aloud.
“An’ you hear, do you!” said Dawes.
“FIVE AND NINEPENCE!” He wrote a figure. “What’s that?” he said.
“I’m going to show you what it is,” said the smith.