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Reckon the boss'll be glad to take you on." "Is he around?" "Sure. I jest seen him," replied Billings, as he haltered his horses to a post. "I reckon I ought to give you a hunch." "I'd take that as a favor." "Wal, we're short of hands," said the cowboy. "Jest got the round-up over. Hudson was hurt an' Wils Moore got crippled. Then the boss's son has been put on as foreman. Three of the boys quit.
He did not tell her that there, where his merit's were not known, he had been offered only twenty dollars, but she surmised his disappointment. "You'd better be after seeing the boss again, maybe, Peter dear," she said timidly. "Not a step," he answered. "The boss'll be after me in a few days, you'll see." But there he was mistaken, for all the gangs were full.
"If I hung by my neck till I could see through them figures, I'd be as dead as Moses." One Thursday morning, as she climbed into the big car with her load, Bennett said, "I ain't goin' to pay you this mornin'! The boss'll do it. Mr. King wants to see you." Jinnie nodded, her heart pounding. It was delightful to contemplate seeing him once more.
She stood still, rooted to the spot. "Beelzebub!" He shrank away, whimpering. "No, no! Boss'll kill poor Beelzebub! Missis won't tell Boss?" To her horror his hand shot out and fastened upon her skirt. But she could not have moved in any case. She stood staring down at him, cold cold to the very heart with foreboding.
"The boss'll be sore at us, Hank, if we ain't back to camp to-morrow," remarked Bill presently, breaking the silence. "He can be sore though if he wants to. He can't fire us fellers for bein' away even if he does get sore and cuss us out. He needs us bad, and he can't get any more men now. I don't mind his cussin'. Cussin' don't hurt a feller."
"If he can't find out who he is and where he is, the boss'll soon find it out for him." "No," said Tom, "when I take a thing in hand I see it through." This was also characteristic of the boss-over-the-board, though in another direction. He went down to the but and inquired for Smith. "Why ain't you at work?" "Who am I, sir? Where am I?" whined Smith.
The chaps who do the mischief are those who're so afraid the boss'll sack them, and that another boss won't take them on, that they'd almost lick his boots if they thought it would please him." "Now we're coming to it.
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