“I guess it’s because we can’t get our value out of the boys in this rain,” he said evasively.
“But why single us out?” Jimmy persisted. “I don’t know that I want to stay; but I’m curious. Our gang has put up as many logs as the others.”
“I’ve no time for talking!” the clerk exclaimed. “Take your money and quit!”
Bethune drew Jimmy away and they crossed the clearing to where Moran was at work. He showed no great surprise when he heard their news.
“Well,” he said, “I’ll finish the week here and then follow you to the city. We’ll need the money.”
“All right,” Bethune agreed; “if you get the chance of staying; but that’s doubtful. You know where to find us.”
They went back to the sleeping shack to get their clothes.
“What did you mean when you said he might not have the chance?” Jimmy asked.
“I have a suspicion that Hank will get his time in the next day or two. The boss wouldn’t want to make the thing too obvious, and Hank’s a good chopper. There are some awkward trees to get down where he’s working.”
“But why should they want to get rid of him—or us?”