"Heard you were looking for men," he added.
"No," I snapped. "I don't want any men."
"Wouldn't be any show to get on an engine, would there?"
A week earlier I should have risen and fallen on his neck. But there had been others.
"There's a show to get your head broke," I suggested.
"I don't mind that, if I get my time."
"What do you know about running an engine?"
"Run one three years."
"On a threshing-machine?"
"On the Philadelphia and Reading."