The choreman deposited the saddle on the ground, and looked his man up and down before he answered.
“Wher’ am I goin’?” he said, as though he were thinking of other things. “I guess I’m doin’ a job in case I git fergittin’ by the mornin’. Jake reckons to want my saddle in the mornin’ over at the hoss corrals. But, say, why ain’t you abed, Mr. Tresler?”
“Never mind the ‘mister,’ Joe,” Tresler said amiably.
A moment later he beheld two horsemen
“If you’re going to the horse corrals now I’ll go with you. I’m so beastly wide awake that I can’t turn in yet.”
“Come right along, then. Guess I ain’t feelin’ that ways, sure.”
Joe jerked his saddle up and slung it across his back again, and the two men walked off in silence.