Dave will be rather important in the county, won't he, sheriff, if he has forty men under him who feel a good deal like voting the way that Dave believes?
A forty-man boss is quite a little figure in politics, isn't he, sheriff ?" Grease turned nearly purple in the face, choking and sputtering in his wrath.
"Come along, Dave, and see if that job as chief detective is open today," urged Tom, drawing one arm through Fulsbee's.

"If you're interested in knowing the news, sheriff, you might wait." "I'll-----" ground out Grease, gritting his teeth and clenching one fist.

Tom waited patiently for the county officer to finish.
Then, as he didn't go further, Reade rejoined, half mockingly: "Exactly, sheriff.

That's just what I thought you'd do." Then Tom dragged Dave down to the headquarters tent, where they found the president of the road.
"Mr.Newnham," began Tom gravely, "the sheriff has just come to camp and has discharged Fulsbee from his force of deputies, just because Fulsbee acted as a real law officer and stopped the raid on the road.

I have told Mr.Fulsbee, before Sheriff Grease, that you are going to make him chief of detectives for the road at a salary of about six thousand a year." Mr.Newnham displayed his astonishment very openly, though he did not speak at first.
"That's all right," replied President Newnham.