"I'm glad to say that my headache is better.

I'm not going to have the fever, after all.

Tomorrow I'll be out on the leveling job." Tom shook his head.
"I want you to rest up tomorrow, Black." "I won't do it," retorted the other flatly.

"Tomorrow I go out and continue running my levels." "Then I may as well tell you," Tom continued, "what I would have preferred to break to you more easily later on." "What do you mean ?" questioned the other sharply, an uneasy look creeping into his face.
"You're not going to do any more work for us, Black," replied the young chief coolly.
"Not do any more work, What do you mean, Reade?
Am I discharged from this corps ?" "Not yet, Black, for I haven't the money at hand to pay you to date.

So you may stay here until the paymaster comes.