I picked it up and shoved it in my overcoat pocket.

And that was a darned careless place to put it, too," he added, testily.

"I'd have given any feller that worked for me the devil for doin' such a thing." Jed nodded, sympathetically.

"But you might have left it there to Sylvester's," he said.

"Have you thought of telephonin' to find out ?" "Have I thought?
Tut, tut, tut! Do you think I've got a head like a six-year-old young-one--or you?
Course I've thought--and 'phoned, too.