“Then I will!” retorted Gordon angrily, bringing down his fist upon the table in vigorous emphasis.
Oreville was fifty miles from Helena, and that was the nearest point, as he supposed, where a new cook could be obtained.
After supper Rodney told Jefferson Pettigrew what had happened.
“Have I done right?” he asked.
“Yes; we can’t have any insubordination here. There can’t be two heads of one establishment. Send Gordon to me.”
The cook with a defiant look answered the summons.
“I understand you want to leave, Gordon,” said Jefferson Pettigrew.
“That depends. I ain’t goin’ to have no boy dictatin’ to me.”
“Then you insist upon having your own way without interference.”
“Yes, I do.”