"You can fire us and send us home, but you can't walk off and leave us with the Acme, 'cause we won't stay." That was what Luck had ridden twelve cold, rainy miles to hear the Happy Family declare.

He had expected them to take that stand, but it was good to hear it spoken in just that tone of finality.

He stacked his cup and saucer in his plate, laid his knife and fork across them in the old range style, and began to roll a cigarette,--smoking at the table being another comfortable little bad habit which Rosemary Green wisely and smilingly permitted.
"That being the case," he began cheerfully, "you boys had best go over with me now and give in your two weeks' notice.

I'm director of our company till I quit--see?
I'll arrange for your transportation home--" "Aw, gwan! Who said we was goin' home ?" wailed Happy Jack distressfully.
"Now, listen! You're entitled to your transportation money.

That doesn't mean you'll have to use it for that purpose--sabe?
It's coming to you, and you get it.