"Miss Sampson won't need you out at the ranch any more." "What do you mean?
This is the first I've heard about that." "Sorry, kid.

That's it," he said abruptly.

"She just gave me the money--told me to pay you off.

You needn't bother to speak with her about it." He might as well have said, just as politely, that my seeing her, even to say good-by, was undesirable.
As my luck would have it, the girls appeared at the moment, and I went directly up to them, to be greeted in a manner I was glad George Wright could not help but see.
In Miss Sampson's smile and "Good morning, Russ," there was not the slightest discoverable sign that I was not to serve her indefinitely.
It was as I had expected--she knew nothing of Wright's discharging me in her name.
"Miss Sampson," I said, in dismay, "what have I done?
Why did you let me go ?" She looked astonished.
"Russ, I don't understand you." "Why did you discharge me ?" I went on, trying to look heart-broken.

"I haven't had a chance yet.