The wagon was loaded with lumber and sundry kegs, boxes and packages.

Calumet's pony trailed it.
The puncher was still where Calumet had left him--apparently he had not moved.

But when he saw Calumet halt the horses in front of him and jump out of the wagon he got to his feet.

He met Calumet's gaze with a sober, interested smile.
"That wagon of yours is speakin' mighty loud of work," he said.

"Back in Texas I used to be counted uncommon clever with a saw an' hammer.
If you can rassle them two statements around to look them in the face you can see what I'm drivin' at." "What do you think you are worth to a man who ain't got no authority to do any hirin' ?" said Calumet.
"Ain't you the boss ?" said Dade, disappointedly.
"The boss is a woman.