“Sure I wont let a peep outa me.”
Nellie stood behind his chair and began stroking the crisp hair back from his forehead.
“It’ll be great to be home again, Nellie, wid your cookin an all.” He put an arm round her waist and drew her to him.
“Juss think, maybe I wont have to do any.”
“I don’t think I’d loike that so well.... Gosh if we dont git that money I dunno how we’ll make out.”
“Oh pop’ll help us like he’s been doin.”
“Hope to the Lord I aint goin to be sick all me loife.”
George Baldwin came in slamming the glass door behind him. He stood looking at the man and his wife a second with his hands in his pockets. Then he said quietly smiling:
“Well it’s done people. As soon as the waiver of any further claims is signed the railroad’s attorneys will hand me a check for twelve thousand five hundred. That’s what we finally compromised on.”
“Twelve thousand iron men,” gasped Gus. “Twelve thousand five hundred. Say wait a second.... Hold me crutches while I go out an git run over again.... Wait till