12/22 That's why I don't want your railroad job." They had dropped the basket in the bare room. The general had not so much as a chair or a desk. He looked it over, and Barclay's eyes followed his. "What are you going to do for furniture ?" asked the younger man. "Well," he replied, "I suppose that if a raven can carry dry-goods, groceries, boots and shoes and drugs, paints and oils,--and certainly the ravens have been bringing those things to the Wards for eight years now, and they're all paid for,--the blessed bird can hump itself a little and bring some furniture, stoves, and hardware." Barclay limped into his room, while the general rubbed the dust off the windows. |