"You've worked out a mighty interesting scheme down here," MacLeod continued, taking his pipe out of his mouth and looking about him.
"We have worked," said Osmond.
"It's like the older peasant life of Europe." MacLeod spoke rather at random, seeking about for some thoroughfare with his crusty host. "A sort of paternal government—"
"Not in the least," said Osmond. "My men are my neighbors. They work for me and I pay them."
"Without discontent?"
"I hope so. If I found a man doing half time and grumbling, I should kick him out."
"They don't combine?"
"We all combine. I get good work. They get good wages. It's a square deal."
"Profit-sharing?"
"No, not exactly."