'The laborer is worthy of his hire,' I believe," I retorted loftily.

The fact was, I was strapped again--and, though one did not need money on the Bay State Ranch, it's a good thing to have around.
He grinned into his collar.

"Well," he said, "you've been pretty busy the last three weeks, but I ain't had any orders to hire a boxing-master for the boys.

I don't know as that'd rightly come under the head of legitimate expenses; boxing-masters come high, I've heard.

Are yuh going on round-up ?" "Sure!" I answered, in an exact copy--as near as I could make it--of Frosty Miller's intonation.