Her manner was a bit too casual and she folded a sheet of memoranda with minute care before her foreman, who eyed her sharply, replied:
"He's settled that for himself, I guess. He was packin' his war bag when I come down here. I told him to come to the house for his time."
"You mean he's leaving?"
Hepburn nodded.
"Why?"
"Well, I guess his nose is out of joint at not bein' picked for foreman."
"But he wouldn't even draw. Said he wouldn't take a chance!"
"I know. He appeared not to give a hang for the job, but he's a funny man. He an' I never got along any too well. We don't hitch."
"Is he a good worker?"
"If he wants to be. He don't say much, but he always.... Why, he always seems to be laughin' at everybody and everything."