He aims to overawe us, don't he ?" snickered the unregenerate Lee, but his wrinkles changed and deepened as he leaned across the counter confidentially.
"You say the word, John, and I'll take some feller along to help me, and we'll transfer this military post.

There's plenty that would like the job if you give the wink." "Pshaw! I'm just supposing," said the trader.

"As long as they play around and drill and toot that horn, and don't bother anybody, I allow they're not in the way." "All right! It's up to you.

However, if I happen to leap down on this pay streak before it sees me comin', I'm goin' to put my friends in first and foremost, and shut out these dressmakers complete.

So long!" He thrust his arms beneath the legs of a new pair of blue overalls that formed his pack-straps, wriggled the burden comfortably into place between his shoulders, and slouched out past Doret, to whom he nodded, ignoring the "dressmaker." Having given Necia's message to Poleon, the Lieutenant took up his business with the trader.