“H'm! I don't know about that,” said he. “No, I think you'd better not.
Grindhusen can manage all right by himself. And, besides, I'm going
to inspect myself. You've no business to go off doing things like that
without asking me first.”
Well, he was right of course, so far as that went, and I begged his
pardon. And, indeed, knowing as I did how he was set on playing the
master and lording it over his men, I might have had more sense.
But begging his pardon only seemed to egg him on; he felt deeply
injured, and grew quite excited over it.
“I'll have no more of this!” he said. “My men are here to carry out
my orders; that's all they've got to do. I took you on to give you a
chance, not because I'd any use for you myself. And I've no use for you
now, anyhow.”