“Jake says I begin work to-morrow. To-night I sleep in the bunkhouse.”
“Yes, I know.”
“You know?” Tresler looked around in astonishment.
“Guess Jake’s bin ’long. Say, I’ll shoot that feller, sure—’less some interferin’ cuss gits along an’ does him in fust.”
“What’s up? Anything fresh?”
For answer Arizona spat forcibly into the little pool of tobacco-juice on the ground before him. Then, with a vicious clenching of the teeth—
“He’s a swine.”
“Which is a libel on hogs,” observed the other, with a smile.
“Libel?” cried Arizona, his wild eyes rolling, and his lean nostrils dilating as his breath came short and quick. “Yes, grin; grin like a blazin’ six-foot ape. Mebbe y’ll change that grin later, when I tell you what he’s done.”
“Nothing he could do would surprise me after having met him.”