Drew proposed that he take charge of the kitchen with Calamity Ben as an assistant.

Shorty glowered on the rancher.
"Me!" he said.

"Me go into the galley to wait on a blasted tenderfoot ?" "After he leaves you'll have a month off with full pay and some over, Shorty." "Don't want the month off." Drew considered him thoughtfully, following the precept of Walpole that every man has his price.
"What _do_ you want, Shorty ?" The ex-sailor scratched his head and then rolled his eyes up with a dawning smile, as one who sees a vision of ultimate bliss.
"Let one of the other boys catch my hoss out of the corral every morning and saddle him for me for a month." "It's a bargain.

What'll you do with that time ?" "Sit on the fence and roll a cigarette like a blasted gentleman and damn the eyes of the feller that's catchin' my hoss." "And me," said Calamity Ben, "what do I get ?" "You get orders," answered Kilrain, "from me." Calamity regarded him, uncertain whether or not to fight out the point, but apparently decided that the effort was not worth while.
"There ain't going to be no luck come out of this," he said darkly.
"Before this tenderfoot gets out of the house, we're all going to wish he was in hell.".