"I mean what are you going to do with us?"
"You find dat out later."
"But I want to know now."
Jack was never one to be bossed unless the one who did it had a good right and he was mad clear through.
"No geet heem mad now," Lucky whispered and taking the hint, Jack added:
"All right, have it your own way. I reckon you're the doctor."
"Huh?"
"I said you're the big boss."
"Oui, me boss." It was clear that the man was pleased with the acknowledgment. "You do what me say no geet hurt. Try funny beesness an' you better not."
"I reckon you're right," Jack assured him.