“Just you go to sleep, Dick Scott, and don't waggle your chin and talk about horses or anything else. You are a blessed nuisance, and if you wake Miss Carolan up I'll pound you when you get better!”
Scott grinned, and then he put out his hand.
“Boss, have you fixed it up with her? I thought as how that there was nothin' in the world so sweet in the way of wimmen as Miss Myra; but Miss Caroline runs her a close second.”
“I have not asked her yet, Dick.”
“You ask her to-morrow, boss. You take my tip, or before you knows where you are some other fellow will be jumpin' your claim and gettin' her.”
“I'll think of it, Dick.”
“Don't think too long over it, boss. If it wos me, I'd see it through the first thing to-morrow momin'.”
“You mind your own business, Mister Richard Scott,” said Grainger, with a laugh.
“All right, boss; but what about them horses? That bay filly———”
“Go to sleep, you silly old ass.”