Having read Ryan's letter and slowly scanned the applicants: "What do you know about it?" He nodded at the sluice.
"All of nothing," said the Boy.
"Does it call for any particular knowing?" asked the Colonel.
"Calls for muscle and plenty of keep-at-it." His voice was soft, but as the Colonel looked at him he realized why a hard fellow like Scoville Austin had made this Southerner Superintendent.
"Better just try us."
"I can use one more man on the night shift, a dollar and a half an hour."
"All right," said the Boy.
The Colonel looked at him. "Is this job yours or mine?"
The Superintendent had gone up towards the dam.
"Whichever you say."