“Howdy, Jim,” the giant called to him, as he drew up beside the carpenter.
Jim returned his greeting.
“I’ll come along, Peter,” he said. “Guess I need a word with Restless first.”
“Right-ho.”
Jim turned to the man at his side.
“I won’t need those buildings,” he said briefly.
“But I ordered–––”
Jim cut him short.
“I’ll pay you anything I owe you. You can let me know how much.”
He passed on to the hut without waiting for a reply. He had no intention of arguing anything concerning his future plans with Restless. If the carpenter stood to lose 61 he would see him right––well, there was nothing more about it that concerned him.