“What do you want?” demanded the latter.
“I want to ask you a question.”
“Ask away.”
“Have you gone to work for King?”
“What if I have?”
“Then you’ve landed in the wrong box, I can tell you that. I’ll stand no fellow cutting in on my rights.”
“What do you call your rights?” inquired Dave calmly.
“I’ve worked for King ever since the season began. I’ve slaved for him and helped him get the endurance prize.”
“Indeed?” remarked Dave trying to suppress a smile.
“Now he’s in a muff. He knows he can’t get along without me, but he’s stubborn, and so am I. You leave him alone, and don’t cut in on my job, or I’ll make it warm for you.”