I'll not mince or repeat any words with you. Go on."

"Not an inch will I move until I get another horse," hissed
Tolleston between gasps. "If it lies between you and me, then
I'll have one in place of that gray, or you'll get another
foreman. Now, you have my terms and ticket."

"Very well then, Archie; that changes the programme entirely,"
replied Lovell, firmly. "You'll find your private horse in the
small pasture, and we'll excuse you for the summer. Whenever a
man in my employ gets the impression that I can't get along
without him, that moment he becomes useless to me. It seems that
you are bloated with that idea, and a season's rest and quiet may
cool you down and make a useful man of you again. Remember that
you're always welcome at my ranch, and don't let this make us
strangers," he called back as he turned away.

Riding over with us to where a group were sitting on their
horses, our employer scanned the crowd without saying a word.
Turning halfway in his saddle, he looked over towards Flood's
remuda and said: "One of you boys please ride over and tell Paul
I want him." During the rather embarrassing interim, the
conversation instantly changed, and we borrowed tobacco and
rolled cigarettes to kill time.

Priest was rather slow in making his appearance, riding
leisurely, but on coming up innocently inquired of his employer,
"Did you want to see me?"

"Yes. Paul, I've just lost one of my foremen. I need a good