Hear what Mr.Breen has to say; ye got to wait anyhow.

Of course, Mr.Breen, Mr.McGowan is het up because the men is gettin' ugly, and he ain't got money enough for his next pay-roll, and the last one ain't all paid yit." McGowan again shifted his hat--this time he canted it on one side.

His companion's warning had had its effect, for his voice was now pitched in a lower key.
"There ain't no use talking pay-roll to Mr.Breen, Jim," he growled.

"He knows what it is; he gits up agin' it once in a while himself.

If he'll tell me just when I'm going to get my money I'll wait like any decent man would wait, but I want to know, and I want to know now." At that instant the door of the sitting-room opened, and Corinne, shrinking as one in mortal fright, glided out and made a hurried escape upstairs.