"The same my friend had o' fillin' his ice-house."
"But it strikes me we ought to be gettin' busy," Connelly persisted.
"See here, Connelly. Just because I ain't got a couple o' niggers humpin' to keep the sweat wiped off me, youse needn't think I'm loafin'," Foley returned calmly.
The others, who had shared Connelly's anxiety, were plainly affected by Foley's large manner.
"Youse can just bet Buck'll be there with the goods when the time comes," Jake declared confidently.
"That's no lie," agreed the others.
"Oh, I ain't doubtin' Buck. Never a once!" said Connelly. "But what's your plans, Buck?"
Foley gazed mysteriously over their heads, and slowly blew out a cloud of smoke. "Youse just keep your two eyes lookin' my way."
Foley knew the value of coming late. He also knew the value of leaving as soon as your point is made. His quick eyes now saw that he had restored the company's confidence; they knew he was prepared for every event.
"I guess I'll pull out," he said, standing up. "Champagne ain't never been the same to me since me an' Morgan went off in his yacht, an' the water give out, an' we had to wash our shirts in it." He looked through the door into the bar-room. "Say, Barney, if these roughnecks want anything more, just put it down to me." He turned back to the men. "So-long, boys," he said, with a wave of his hand, and went out through the bar-room.