A NEW JOB He remained silent, staring moodily at the fire, until after the woman had spread out the dishes on the table before him.

Then his eyes fell upon the fare.
"Nice looking mess that," he growled, surveying the repast with undisguised disgust.

"No wonder we don't do no business with thet kind ov a cook.

I reckon I'd a done better to hav' toted a nigger back with me.

No, yer needn't stay--go an' make up them beds in the other room.
I'll watch things yere." He munched away almost savagely, his eyes occasionally lifting to observe me from beneath their shaggy brows, his muscular jaws fairly crunching the food.