“Where you been all day?” asked the assistant foreman.
“In town, having my leg treated.”
“Do any treating on your own account?”
“Why, no, I can’t say I did.”
“Oh, you weren’t around Jack’s place then?”
Munson looked up quickly at this persistent questioning.
“I don’t see that it is any of your business if I was,” he said slowly.
A flush mounted to the tanned face of Hinkee Dee.