The foreman, understood him, but the liquor had exhilarated him, and he said:
"All the same, I'm your friend for life, Fairbanks—and I give you my word, when you ask me a favor, I'll grant it."
Ralph bowed and proceeded towards the door. Forgan was back at the closet almost immediately, Ralph wavered. He formed a quick resolution, and stepped back into the room just as the foreman turned, wiping off his lips.
"Mr. Forgan," said Ralph, "you will not be offended at something I feel it my duty to say?"
"Not a bit of it," pledged the foreman.
"You said I might ask you a favor."
"Just name it, Fairbanks."
"I shall, but first, I want to say this: You are in a fine, responsible position here, and your control and your influence affect every man in your service."
"I worked hard for the job," asserted Forgan proudly.
"I know you must have done that," said Ralph, "and I also know you must have had good abilities to step so high over the heads of others. But sometimes, Mr. Forgan—you will acknowledge it yourself—your temper, your impulses, your suspicions get the better of you."
Ralph was treading on dangerous ground. He
