Sent down to Vancouver for men a day or two ago." "Then," said Weston, "why didn't this hotel-keeper tell me, instead of sending me across to the sawmill ?" His informant laughed.
"Jake," he said, "is most too mean to live.

He strikes you a dollar for your breakfast and another for supper, though anybody else would give you a square meal for a quarter.

Guess that may have something to do with it." Weston nodded.
"It's very probable," he said.

"They're evidently getting angry about something inside there.

What's the trouble ?" "Guess it's your partner," said the other man, with a grin.