Pocock flashed him a sudden look of interest. “He ain’t said so, has he?”
“Well—no.”
“And they ain’t give him the bounce?”
“My father says he doesn’t think Jackway is to blame.”
“Huh!” grumbled Hebe. “Maybe I’ll git that job yet.”
“How do you expect to do it?” demanded Chet.
“Never you mind. Henry Grimes has got some influence, I reckon, an’ he said I should have it.”
“I guess they’ll keep on Jackway. I wouldn’t think of it, if I was you,” said Chet, seriously.
“Say! that fellow’s a dub!” growled Hebe, and became silent.
Chet talked with the squatter, Billson, as they walked down the long ward together.