“Did you work for him once?”
“Did I? Well, I should say so.”
“What did he do to you?”
“Not much; licked me, an’ kicked me, an’ robbed me,—that’s all. Say, what’s he goin’ to pay you?”
“Four dollars for the round trip.”
“The thief!”
“Why, isn’t that enough?”
“Enough! W’y, five dollars was my wages for the roun’ trip, an’ another feller I knew was to have six; only we didn’t neither of us git no money. Oh, he’s a bad man, he is; you better look out fer ’im.”
The boy rose awkwardly, as if to go.
“Well,” said Joe, anxiously, “I’ve hired out to him now, you know. What would you do about it if you was in my place?”