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Updated: May 20, 2025
The crazed man and the crazed horse disappeared up the street, the buggy careening from side to side, Darrell yelling at the top of his lungs. The stableman watched him out of sight. "Roaring Dick of the Woods!" said he thoughtfully at last. He thrust his hand in his pocket and took out the wad of greenbacks, contemplated them for a moment, and thrust them back. He caught Tally's eye.
At the end of the half-hour the liveryman dove into his office for a coat, which he put on. This indicated that he contemplated exercising in the sun instead of sitting still in the shade. "Well, let's look him up," said he. "This may be the time he busts his fool head." "Hope not," was Tally's comment; "can't afford to lose a foreman."
Two level, oblong patches of hair made eyebrows. His face was white and nervous. A strong, hooked nose separated a pair of red-brown eyes, small and twinkling, like a chipmunk's. Just now they were bloodshot and vague. "Hullo, Dicky Darrell," said Tally. The man struggled to his feet, knocking over the chair, and laid both hands effusively on Tally's shoulders. "Jim!" he cried thickly.
"And this here old dog," he continued, touching Tally's upturned nose with his knotted fingers, "this here old dog has follered me for for ten years; through floods and droughts, through fair times and and hard mostly hard; and kept me from going mad when I had no mate nor money on the lonely track; and watched over me for weeks when I was drunk drugged and poisoned at the cursed shanties; and saved my life more'n once, and got kicks and curses very often for thanks; and forgave me for it all; and and fought for me.
"Suppose I own up that my tally's got mixed?" "Then you'd show yourself unfit for your job; but that is not the worst. If you had made a mistake the bags wouldn't vanish. You had the cement, it isn't in the store and hasn't reached us in the form of concrete. It must have gone somewhere." "Where do you reckon it went, if it wasn't into the mixing shed?"
"You see, I've brought that crew up in the business. Mason is as good a mill man as they make; and Tally's all right in the woods and on the river; and I reckon it would be difficult to take a nick out of Collins in office work." "In other words, Bob is to hold the ends of the reins while these other men drive," said his father, vastly amused. "That's more like it.
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