Co'se I can't begin fer to pay ye the wages Delmar can, but be keerful; trouble is comin', shore pop, and I'd hate to have ye killed, on the wimmen's account.

They 'pear to think more o' you than they do o' me." Jennie's eyes filled with tears when Mose told her of his new job.

She looked very sad and wistful and more interesting than ever before in her life as she came out to say good-by.
"Well, Mose, I reckon you're goin' for good ?" "Not so very far," he said, in generous wish to ease her over the parting.
"You'll come 'round once in a while, won't ye ?" "Why, sure! It's only twenty miles over to the camp." "Come over Sundays, an' we'll have potpie and soda biscuits fer ye," she said, with a feminine reliance on the power of food.
"All right," he replied with a smile, and abruptly galloped away.
His heart was light with the freedom of his new condition.

He considered himself a man now.

His wages were definite, and no distinction was drawn between him and Delmar himself.