"Not even the kind I'm tellin' you 'bout?"
"Not even that, nor any other."
"An' both o' you hev got your minds plum' made up 'bout it?"
The Little Giant's face fell for the third time in one day, an absolute record for him.
"I reckon thar ain't no more to say," he said.
Boyd was still watching him closely, but now his look was one of sympathy.
"We don't want any hired man," he said. "We've no use for hired men, but we do want something."
"What's that, Jim Boyd?"
"We want a partner."