“Not much. Very few of the men do. He’s terribly sharp on watching everything a man does.”
“I sincerely hope we don’t have any trouble with him,” was Roger’s comment. “We’d like to start right, you know.”
“Well, you’ll have to watch yourselves pretty closely,” announced William Jarvey.
The talk then became general, and the burly 213 man told the youths much about the work being done by the Mentor Construction Company. It seemed that there were four gangs in the field, two operating south of San Antonio, and the others to the westward.
“It’s more than likely you’ll be sent to the west,” he said. “I think the gangs in the south have all the helpers they need. I am going west myself; so if you are sent that way perhaps we’ll see more of each other.”
“Perhaps,” answered Dave. He was not particularly elated over the thought, for there was something about William Jarvey which did not appeal to him. The man was evidently very overbearing and had an exceedingly good opinion of himself.
“I’m going back to have a smoke,” said the man, presently. “Will you come and join me?”
“Thank you, but neither of us smokes,” answered Roger.
“What! not even cigarettes?”
“No,” returned Dave.