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"Say, do you know a young gal like her ain't strong enough to lick scholars as sound as they ought to be licked, and thar is some talk about appointin' some able-bodied man that lives close about to step in an' sort o' clean up two or three times a week. I don't know but what I'd like the job. A feller that goes as nigh naked as you do would be a blame good thing to practise on."
And I know I know that there must be some reason bigger than 'implicit trust' and the other May-baskets for his appointin' me in his will. What that reason is I don't know yet." "Then you intend ?" "I don't know what I intend in the end. But for a beginnin', I cal'late to run down to New York some time durin' the next week, take a cruise 'round, and sort of look things over."
It cam into my mind that the Prince micht be appointin' the new colonel to the Scots Brigade this mornin', and so I just happened to give a cry on an Angus man who is gettin' his bit livin' as a servant to one of the aides-de-camp. He is called a Dutchman, but has honest Scots blood in his veins. 'Div I no? said Patrick Harris.
But if you say you're runnin' things, that makes it a whole lot different. We ain't buckin' 'Drag' Harlan's game." "Thank you," grinned Harlan. "I saw you reportin' to Miss Morgan. You're straw-boss, I reckon." "You've hit it. I'm Stroud Lafe Stroud." "You'll keep on bein' straw-boss," said Harlan, shortly. "I'm appointin' a foreman." "Where's Lawson?" It was Stroud who spoke.