"Oh, Sis has time to burn! She's going to write a book on the salmon canneries while she's here. It's bound to be one of the 'six best smellers'!"
O'Neil waved him away with the threat of sending him out among the mosquitoes.
"I'll agree to show you everything we're doing."
"Even to the coal-fields?"
"Even to them. You shall know everything, then you can write what you please."
"And when I've exposed you to the world as a commercial pickpocket, as a looter of the public domain—after Congress has appropriated your fabulous coal claims—will you nail up the door of this little cottage, and fire Dan?"
"No."
"Will you still be nice to me?"
"My dear child, you are my guest. Come and go when and where you will. Omar is yours so long as you stay, and when you depart in triumph, leaving me a broken, discredited wretch, I shall stand on the dock and wave you a bon voyage. Now it's bedtime for my 'boys,' since we rise at five o'clock."
"Heavens! Five! Why the sun isn't up at that time!"