“But you’re cursing right this minute!” asserted Mr. Russell, sharply.
“I’m not, either,” answered the man, with another oath.
“Why, you curse every time you open your mouth,” asserted Mr. Russell, red with anger.
“I don’t,” insisted the man, as before.
That was too much for Mr. Russell. As if not knowing quite what to do with such an ignoramus as this he walked off, scratching his head, and left the puzzled teamster scratching his.
“Well, Red, get busy if you’re to travel with this outfit,” bade Charley to Davy; and proceeded to give orders right and left.
The train was made up and almost ready to start. The last covers were being drawn taut, and the last wagon, which had been delayed to load in town, was approaching.
“All set?” shouted Charley to the teamster who, standing beside the rear pair of his team, seemed to have been appointed as the leader.
The teamster nodded.