But Hilda, after Max had given her the whole conversation as nearly as he could remember it, thought differently. She did not speak her mind out to Max, because she was not yet certain what was the best course to take. The man could easily make trouble, she saw that. But if Max were to lay the matter before Bannon, he would be likely to glide over some of the details that she had got only by close questioning. And a blunder in handling it might be fatal to the elevator, so far as getting it done in December was concerned. Perhaps she took it too seriously; for she was beginning, in spite of herself, to give a great deal of thought to the work and to Bannon. At any rate, she lay awake later than usual that night, going over the problem, and she brought it up, the next morning, the first time that Bannon came into the office after Max had gone out. "Mr. Bannon," she said, when he had finished dictating a letter to the office, "I want to tell you about that man that was hurt." Bannon tried not to smile at the nervous, almost breathless way in which she opened the conversation. He saw that, whatever it was, it seemed to her very important, and he settled comfortably on the table, leaning back against the wall with his legs stretched out before him. She had turned on her stool. "You mean the hoist man?" he asked. She nodded. "Max goes over to see him sometimes. We've been trying to help make him comfortable----" "Oh," said Bannon; "it's you that's been sending those things around to him." She looked at him with surprise. "Why, how did you know?" "I heard about it." Hilda hesitated. She did not know exactly how to begin. It occurred to her that perhaps Bannon was smiling at her eager manner. "Max was there last night and he said the man had changed all around. He's been friendly, you know, and grateful"--she had forgotten herself again, in thinking of her talk with Max--"and he's said all the time that he wasn't going to make trouble----" She paused. "Yes, I know something about that," said Bannon. "The lawyers always get after a man that's hurt, you know." "But last night he had changed all around. He said he was going to have you arrested. He thinks Max has been trying to buy him off with the things we've sent him." Bannon whistled. "So our Mr. Grady's got his hands on him!" "That's what Max and I thought, but he didn't give any names. He wouldn't take the jelly." "I'm glad you told me," said Bannon, swinging his legs around and sitting up. "It's just as well to know about these things. Grady's made him think he can make a good haul by going after me, poor fool--he isn't the man that'll get it." "Can he really stop the work?" Hilda asked anxiously.