"It's the Lazy S," Bob told him.
"Lazy S, eh. Looks like it had better be called the Busy S," he returned, glancing about. "How's chances on landing a job?"
"You'll have to see Mr. Stebbins," Bob told him.
"Whar is he?"
"He's probably at the house."
"And how far away is it?"
"About two miles," Bob told him.
"Think he wants any more help?"
"Really I couldn't say."
"I heard him say the other day that he'd like one or two more men," Jack volunteered.