“You call that a job; sitting there?”
“Sure, it’s a nice easy job. Sandy got it for me. He’s working for the same firm.”
Bart gave a sudden start. The plot, it seemed, was thickening.
“What are your duties?” Bart went on.
“Oh I just sit here to watch that this stake don’t move, and if I see any one coming I’m to pull this string.”
“Have you pulled it?”
“Not yet, ain’t seen any one.”
“What do you call me?”
“That’s so. I almost forgot. Say, pull it, will you; you’re nearer to it than I am.”