Shorty was a sort of foreman, and was allowed much freedom of speech.
He was, in fact, a slayer of beasts—a foreman at the slaughter-house.
The foreman only glanced at him in silence, and the young man took this for assent.
He offered the papers to Mr. Parker, but the foreman shook his head.
"I guess my foreman was right," he told his wife, that evening, with a little satisfaction.