Thus he regained to a small degree the respect of his men.

Then he lost it again.
One morning he came in from a talk with the supply-teamster, and woke Dyer, who was not yet up.
"I'm going down home for two or three weeks," he announced to Dyer, "you know my address.

You'll have to take charge, and I guess you'd better let the scaling go.

We can get the tally at the banking grounds when we begin to haul.

Now we ain't got all the time there is, so you want to keep the boys at it pretty well." Dyer twisted the little points of his mustache.