His own voice was more crisply businesslike when he spoke again.
"Annie-Many-Ponies back yet?
She's not in on the split either.

I'm paying her ten a week besides her board.

That's good money for a squaw." He counted out the amount in ten dollar bills and snapped a rubber band around them.
"Now here is the profit, boys, on your winter's work.

Applehead comes in with the use of his ranch and stock and wagons and so on.

Here, pard--how does this look to you ?" His own pleasure in what he was doing warmed from Luck's voice all the chill that Bill Holmes had sent into it.