“Just a minute,” Connie called after him. “I’ll tell Barrows that he is hired.”
“It’s your ranch,” the foreman said sullenly. “But you’re making a mistake!”
Connie made no reply but went into the kitchen. Jim Barrows had just finished the ample lunch which Marie had set before him.
“I couldn’t help overhearing,” he said to Connie. “Thanks for going down the line to help me.”
“We’ll be glad to have you work here,” smiled Connie.
“I hope you didn’t get into trouble on my account.”
Connie shook her head.
“Blakeman is only my foreman. I’m really the boss here, but he doesn’t seem to realize it. I guess maybe that’s because he knows I’ll probably lose the ranch in a short while.”
Connie did not go on for she felt that she had told the stranger too much already. He regarded her curiously but did not ask leading questions.
“When do I start work?” he inquired presently.