Three of the boys quit.

Couldn't stand him.
This hyar son of Belllounds is a son-of-a-gun! Me an' pards of mine, Montana an' Bludsoe, are stickin' on--wal, fer reasons thet ain't egzactly love fer the boss.

But Old Bill's the best of bosses....

Now the hunch is--thet if you git on hyar you'll hev to do two or three men's work." "Much obliged," replied Wade.

"I don't shy at that." "Wal, git down an' come in," added Billings, heartily.
He led the way across the square, around the corner of the ranch-house, and up on a long porch, where the arrangement of chairs and blankets attested to the hand of a woman.