Ranching for Sylvia by Harold Bindloss
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sailed. Her shabby clothes and despairing face had roused George's
sympathy. "Well," said the man dejectedly, "that's for you to decide; but I've driven horses most of my life, and until I get used to things I'd be reasonable about the pay. I was told these little places were the best to strike a job in; but, so far as I can find out, there's not much chance here." George felt sorry for him. He suddenly made up his mind. "What are farm teamsters getting now?" he asked a man who was leaving an adjacent table. "Thirty dollars a month," was the answer. "Thanks," said George, turning again to the Englishman. "Be ready to start with us to-morrow. I'll take you at thirty dollars; but if I don't get my value out of you, we'll have to part." "No fear of that, sir," replied the other, in a tone of keen satisfaction. When they got outside, Edgar looked at George with a smile. "I'm glad you engaged the fellow," he said; "but considering that you'll have to teach him, were you not a little rash?" "I'll find out by and by." George paused, and continued gravely: "It's a big adventure these people make. Think of it--the raising of the |
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