I don't know; may be I'll go in with him." "Why, what's the matter with railroading ?" Dyke drew a couple of puffs on his pipe, and fixed Presley with a glance.
"There's this the matter with it," he said; "I'm fired." "Fired! You!" exclaimed Presley, turning abruptly toward him.

"That's what I'm telling you," returned Dyke grimly.
"You don't mean it.

Why, what for, Dyke ?" "Now, YOU tell me what for," growled the other savagely.

"Boy and man, I've worked for the P.and S.W.for over ten years, and never one yelp of a complaint did I ever hear from them.

They know damn well they've not got a steadier man on the road.