You come under lodge discipline if it goes further, and that's a heavy hand in these parts, as Brother Baldwin knows--and as you will damn soon find out, Brother McMurdo, if you ask for trouble!" "Faith, I'd be slow to do that," said McMurdo.

He held out his hand to Baldwin.

"I'm quick to quarrel and quick to forgive.

It's my hot Irish blood, they tell me.

But it's over for me, and I bear no grudge." Baldwin had to take the proffered hand; for the baleful eye of the terrible Boss was upon him.