"Strike up agin for us, Charlie," said Pollard good-naturedly. "You don't
never make much more noise'n a grizzly."

But Charlie looked down at his hands and a faint spot of red appeared in
his cheek. Obviously he was much embarrassed. And when he looked up, it
was to fix a glance of cold suspicion upon Terry, as though warning him
not to take this talk of social acquirements as an index to his real
character.

"Get us some coffee, Kate," said Pollard. "Turned off cold coming up the
hill."

She did not rise. She had turned around to her music again, and now she
acknowledged the order by lifting her head and sending a shrill whistle
through the room. Her father started violently.

"Damn it, Kate, don't do that!"

"The only thing that'll bring Johnny on the run," she responded
carelessly.

And, indeed, the door on the left of the room flew open a moment later,
and a wide-eyed Chinaman appeared with a long pigtail jerking about his
head as he halted and looked about in alarm.

"Coffee for the boss and the new hand," said Kate, without turning her
head, as soon as she heard the door open. "Pronto, Johnny."

Johnny snarled an indistinct something and withdrew muttering.