"God! I wish I was rich!" exclaimed Willie.
But Miss Chapin persisted. "You are two months overdrawn, all of you. My brother won't advance you any more."
"Then my man, Lawrence, will take what they can't cover," offered
Speed.
"That's right! Clean 'em good, brothers," croaked the trainer.
"If you'll step over to the bunk-house, Gabby, we'll dig up some personal perquisites and family heirlooms." Stover nodded toward his men's quarters, and Gallagher grinned joyously.
"That shore listens like a band from where I set. We aim to annex the wages, hopes, and personal ambitions of y'all, along with your talkin'-machine."
"Excuse me." Willie pushed his way forward. "How's she gettin' along?"
"Fine!"
"You mule-skinners ain't broke her?"
"No; we plays her every evenin'."