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"Say, you Mister Steward, you jest hurry up and git the lady out of her muss, and come and fix me up," chimed in the voice of Mr Zachariah Lathrope. "I guess I've had my innards a'most squoze out agin the durned bunk, an' feel like a dough-nut in a frying-pan. If you leave me much longer I kalkerlate this old boss'll be cold meat, you bet, and you'll have the funeral to pay!"
"You did n't you DIDn't let that crow go!" David shrank back. "Why, yes; he WANTED to go. He " But the man before him had fallen back despairingly to his old position. "Well, sir, you've done it now. What the boss'll say, I don't know; but I know what I'd like ter say to ye.
I haven't got any more work for you to do. Come up and see me at the office presently. "So I'll go up and get my money; but I'll be pottering round as usual on Monday, and come up to the kitchen for my breakfast. Some time in the day the boss'll be knocking round and see me. "'Why, Mitchell, he'll say, 'I thought you was gone. "'I didn't say I was going, I'll say.
"Who did that?" demanded the clerk angrily. "Probably the young man who was just in here. His name is Jack Cunningham," Lane answered. "What in time did he want to do that for? If he wanted it why didn't he take a copy? The boss'll give me Hail Columbia. That's what a fellow gets for being accommodating." "He did it so that we wouldn't see it. Is there any other record kept of the marriages?"
"They do say in the Settlements as how Joe Godding hain't kith nor kin in the world, savin' an' exceptin' the kid only," continued Johnson. McWha nodded indifferently. "Well," went on Johnson, "we can't do nawthin' but take her on to the camp now. Mebbe the Boss'll decide she's got to go back to the Settlement, along o' the fun'ral.
When the cook came out to say that dinner was ready and to ask whether he should wait, Mackintosh smiled at him with friendly eyes. He looked at his watch. "It's half-past seven. Better not wait. One can't tell when the boss'll be back." The boy nodded, and in a moment Mackintosh saw him carry across the yard a bowl of steaming soup. He got up lazily, went into the dining-room, and ate his dinner.
"I allus sez as you've got a dead eye fer the tack-head ev'ry time. But go easy, or the boss'll bar you on the slate." "Don't owe him nuthin'," growled Slum. "Which ain't or'nary in this company," observed the smiling Carney; he loved to get Slum angry. "Say, Shaky," he went on, "how do Slum fix you in his hotel? You don't seem bustin' wi' vittals."
He'll take a pot-shot at us before we can see him." The driver leaped back to the car, shut off the lights, and then returned to his companion. "Not much danger," he said. "The guy's probably making a quick getaway." "Hell!" the manacled man exclaimed, "the boss'll skin us alive." "The boss be damned!" exclaimed the other.
It seemed a long time that he was gone, but she was accustomed to going thousands of miles in her dreams, only to find, wakening suddenly, that the clock had only measured five minutes. But at last she realized that it really was a long time. The horse began to paw and fidget; the driver, smoking a very reeking pipe, looked in at the window. "D'you think your boss'll be long?" he asked.
I've figured out how we can save time, so if the motor's all right, we can maybe get outa this damn country in ten days. If you don't lay down on the job, that is, and make me do it all." He crawled out and got stiffly to his feet, rubbing a cramped elbow and eying Johnny sourly. "Can't help it, Bland; I've got other work to-day. Boss'll fire me if I don't make "
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