“Yes, I am working over at the Double Eight Ranch,” Jasniff was saying. “I’ve been there now for quite a while, but I don’t like it very much. You see, I’ve been used to office life, and working around the construction of skyscrapers, and things like that. I had a pretty good job out in San Francisco and another one in Seattle. I would much rather work for a concern like yours than to stick to cow-punching.”
“How long have you been at Double Eight Ranch?” questioned Mr. Obray. He was doing what he could to put in time until Dave and Roger might arrive.
“Been there nearly three months.”
“And did you come directly from San Francisco or Seattle?”
“Oh—I—er—came from Seattle,” responded Nick Jasniff hesitatingly. “I was—er—out of work for about six weeks.”
“And how long did you work in Seattle?”
“A little over a year. I would have stayed there longer, only the firm that employed me went out of business,” continued the fellow who had been in prison glibly.
“Ever been in the East—in New York or Philadelphia?”
“No, sir. I never got any farther East than Chicago.”
At this reply from Jasniff Dave poked Roger in the side and both looked at each other knowingly.