“An’ somebody might buy him in,” Clancy commented with an appreciative grin. “I wish ye luck, but what do we get in place of our tender that was turned down?”
“Let me know what you want and I’ll do my best for you,” Ackerman promised. “Now, I understand you have some timber near Kent’s Wind River limits?”
“Buttin’ onto ’em at one line,” Clancy replied. “That’s why we tendered—to round out our holdin’.”
“Are you cutting it this winter?”
“We are.”
“Yourselves?”
“We jobbed it out.”
“That’s too bad,” said Mr. Ackerman in disappointment. “I suppose the jobber is a good man?”
“A good man!” echoed John Clancy. “Is Rough Shan McCane a good man? If there’s a worse one anywheres I never seen him.”
“Then why did you give him the stuff to cut?”