"But you said we weren't going to work."
"Did I?"
"You did, and I want to know why. Come on now; I'm no tenderfoot, and you know it. Why don't we go to work?"
"Because we have both been discharged. There, you have it, now."
"Fired?"
"Yes."
"What for?"
"You ought to be able to guess."
"I'm not much of a guesser."
"Well, then, because we blew up the pit."