A little more time wasted, and the day would be lost.

He had nothing to do with the management of the ranch, and if Hooven wanted any advice from him, it was so much breath wasted.

These uncouth brutes of farmhands and petty ranchers, grimed with the soil they worked upon, were odious to him beyond words.
Never could he feel in sympathy with them, nor with their lives, their ways, their marriages, deaths, bickerings, and all the monotonous round of their sordid existence.
"Well, you must be quick about it, Bismarck," he answered sharply.

"I'm late for dinner, as it is." "Soh, now.

Two minuten, und I be mit you." He drew down the overhanging spout of the tank to the vent in the circumference of the cart and pulled the chain that let out the water.