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Kennon hadn't thought of him since the one time they had met in Alexandria. That was a year ago. It seemed much longer. Since the Boss-man had exiled his cousin to that bleak rock to the east of Flora there had been no word of him. And now he laughed a sharp bark of humorless annoyance Douglas couldn't have timed it better if he had tried! "All right," Kennon said. "I'll come.

That's Alexander's secret. The Boss-man doesn't tell us everything. All I know is that we get results. Old Doc knew how it was done, and I suppose you will too, but don't ask me. I'm dumb." Kennon shrugged. Maybe maybe not. At any rate there was no sense in belaboring the point. He turned to the staff.

S'posin' ole boss-man came back yere to dis kitchen an' ketch you 'cumberin' de earth de way you is. You knows, well ez I does, w'ite folks suttinly does hate to see a strappin' nigger settin' 'round doin' nothin'." "Boss-man ain't yere," said Jeff. "He's up at the cote-house.

"Has he turned Alexandria into a shambles yet?" "Not yet, but everyone's uneasy." "I can't blame them. That young fellow's undiluted poison. By the way, how does he look?" "About the same." "The medics must have done a good job," Kennon said. "The Boss-man shipped him to Beta for treatment," Blalok said. "He didn't trust the docs out here." "That figures.

"There was nothing else worth mentioning until we struck the Cimarron back here, where we overtook a herd of Chisholm's that had come in from the east. They had crossed through the Arbuckle Mountains came in over the old Whiskey Trail. Here was another herd waterbound, and the boss-man was as important as a hen with one chicken.

Jeff, going out to the kitchen for the last course, said to Aunt Dilsey: "Ole boss-man seem lak he's got somethin' on his mind worryin' him this mawnin'." When Jeff returned, with a turn of crisp waffles in one hand and a pitcher of cane sirup in the other, he stared in surprise, for the dining room was empty and he could hear his employer creaking down the hall.

"Yes, they'll all be fed rations of it from now on, although perhaps not much until the ship can bring more from another planet. I don't know how much we have on hand. But the Boss-man liked my idea, and is going to see to it that there is always some on hand for all the natives. He'll probably spread the word to the other mines and factories, too."

He'd have disrupted routine in a single day. Look what he did in half an hour. Frankly, I owe you a debt for getting him off my hands." Mullins chuckled dryly. "That's a fine thing to say," Kennon grinned. "But I can sympathize. It took us two months to straighten out Alexandria after the Boss-man sent him here." "I heard about that." "Well we're under control now.

When we were catching up our horses next morning for the day, I ordered two of my lads on herd, which was a surprise to them, as they were both handy with a gun. I explained it to them all, that we wished to avoid trouble, but if it came up unavoidable, to overlook no bets to copper every play as it fell. "We got to the river too early to suit Chisholm's boss-man.

"Here comes your boss-man," one of the girls told the cops, as he approached. They both turned and saluted casually. The man who had lately been using the name of Richard Lee responded to their greeting and went to the desk. The policemen grasped their paralyzers, drew their needlers, and hurried into the dome.