But Hank and the fireman were neither suspicious nor observing, and only laughed at his exuberance, which they believed was going to die a violent death when Jack had spent a night or two there alone.
"Is _that_ all I have to do ?" he demanded, when he had located a half dozen imaginary fires.
"That's all you get paid for doing, but that ain't all you have to do, by a long shot!" the fireman retorted significantly.

But he would not explain until he had packed his bed on the horse that had brought up Jack's bedding and the fresh supplies, and was ready to go down the mountain with Hank.

Then he looked at Jack pityingly.
"Well--you sure have got my sympathy, kid.

I wouldn't stay here another month for a thousand dollars.

You've got your work cut out for you, just to keep from going crazy.