She's blazed, but you better wait for th' supply team, Friday.

If you try to make her yourself, you'll get lost on some of th' old loggin' roads." Thorpe considered.
"I'm busted," he said at last frankly.
"Oh, that's all right," replied the walking-boss.

"Marshall, come here!" The peg-legged boarding-house keeper stumped in.
"What is it ?" he trumpeted snufflingly.
"This boy wants a job till Friday.

Then he's going up to Radway's with the supply team.

Now quit your hollerin' for a chore-boy for a few days." "All right," snorted Marshall, "take that ax and split some dry wood that you'll find behind the house." "I'm very much obliged to you," began Thorpe to the walking-boss, "and--" "That's all right," interrupted the latter, "some day you can give me a job.".