"That's the size of it. I guess you feel pretty sore, Tam, don't you?"
"No, they bane pay me wale; but I no like being fired."
"I should think not. The idea of a man like you being dropped. What
did they tell you when they let you go?"
"That they bane watch place themselves."
Dan Cassell smiled. His crafty methods had elicited something of real
value after all.
"Did they say they were going to watch all night?" he asked.
"Yes," rejoined the Norwegian, "they ask about you, too."
"Humph! What did they want to know?"
"If you'd been round by stable and what I bane tale you."
"What did you say?"
"I tale them the truth. I say that you and your father bane by stable
this evening."
Dan's face darkened.
"You had no business to tell them anything," he snarled. Then, with a
sudden change of front: "See here, Tam, do you want to make some money?"
"Sure, I bane like make money."
"Then come into the house a minute. Dad and I want to talk to you."
So saying Dan took the Norwegian by the arm and led him in through a
gate in a whitewashed picket fence.
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