"To hear them—after all we have done for them!" ejaculated Mrs. Hoover, her eyes flashing fire.
"I don't think you have done so very much for us," said Dale, who felt it his duty to take his full share of whatever blame was coming.
"Don't you, now?" sneered the lady of the cabin. "I suppose I've cooked for you just for the fun of it."
"It was the worst cooking I ever had to put up with."
"You aint going to leave me, nohow!" fumed John Hoover. "You've contracted to stay here for the season, and you've got to stay. You aint going to leave me in a hole—with so much timber contracted for."
"We are not under contract with you, Mr. Hoover. You said in your letter that you would give us a trial, and we wrote back that we'd come on for a trial. If our work hadn't suited, you would have discharged us in double-quick order."
"Well, I'd have that right."
"Exactly, and we have the right to go away too."
"To be sure we have," came from Owen.
"I don't see it that way at all," roared the claim owner. "If I want to keep you, it is your duty to stay."