"So you thought you could do better by sticking with the old man?"
I nodded.
"How long do you think he'll keep goin'?"
"About as long as I stay with him, John."
"And you put him up to buying that junk at the auction the other day?" he added.
"I bought it for myself," I replied promptly.
"The h—l you did! Say, kid, this ain't any gospel game you are in. You needn't look for favors from our crowd."
"We aren't asking any just now. When we want them, I guess we'll get all that we need."
"You will, will you?" Big John raised his whip and hit his horse as if he meant to lay the same lash on me one of these days. The red-wheeled cart disappeared down the road, the figure of the burly Irishman leaning forward and flecking the horse with his lash.