“Why, I’ve got regulars, you know. Sidney Ellis an’ Pete Goode has theirs, an’ we don’t cut each other. I’ve got Mr. Daniels an’ Mr. Fisher an’ lots, an’ if you lived in Denver I’d shine your boots every day for nothing. I wished you lived in Denver.”
“Shine my boots? Yu’ll never! And yu’ don’t black Daniels or Fisher, or any of the outfit.”
“Why, I’m doing first-rate,” said Billy, surprised at the swearing into which Mr. McLean now burst. “An’ I ain’t big enough to get to make money at any other job.
“I want to see that engine-man,” muttered Lin. “I don’t like your smokin’ friend.”
“Pete Goode? Why, he’s awful smart. Don’t you think he’s smart?”
“Smart’s nothin’,” observed Mr. McLean.
“Pete has learned me and Sidney a lot,” pursued Billy, engagingly.
“I’ll bet he has!” growled the cow-puncher; and again Billy was taken aback at his language.
