“I ain’t much seein’ to kids,” cried Sandy, “but I ken do most anythin’ else.”
A flicker of a smile crept into Bill’s averted eyes, while Sunny grinned broadly to see the way the man was now literally falling over himself to follow the leadership of Wild Bill.
“Wal, it ain’t no use in saying things yet, but if you’re dead set on joining this Zip Trust, I guess you can. But get this, what you’re called upon to do you’ll need to do good an’ hard, an’––without argument.”
Sandy nodded.
“I’m in,” he cried, as though a great privilege had been bestowed upon him.
And at once Toby became anxious.
“Guess you ain’t no use for me, Bill?” he hazarded, almost diffidently.
Bill turned his steely eyes on him in cold contemplation. Minky had joined in Sunny’s grin at the other men’s expense. Sandy, too, now that he was accepted as an active member of the trust, was indulging in a superior smile.
“I don’t allow I have,” Bill said slowly. “Y’see, you ain’t much else than a ‘remittance’ man, an’ they ain’t no sort o’ trash anyway.”
“But,” protested Toby, “I can’t help it if my folks hand me money?”