"He's just tellin' me to go ahead and say my piece, John, and that he'll wait till I get through. That there dog bosses me around somethin' scandalous."
"He's getting old and set in his ways," laughed Torrance.
"So be I, John. Kind of settin' in my own way mostly."
"Well, Bud, how are things up on the mesa?"
"Growin' and bloomin' and singin' and feedin' and keepin' still, same as always."
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, I ain't seen a doctor for so long I can't tell you; but I reckon
I need more exercise and a little salary thrown in for luck."
"I'm glad you came in. You needn't say anything about it, but I'm scheduled to leave here next month."
"Then I reckon I'm left. Higher up, John?"
"Yes. I have this end of it pretty well whipped into shape. They seem to think they can use me at headquarters."