“Dunno 'im. Throw your lantern on 'im when he goes by.”
But the fellow turned in at the gate.
“Who's this?”
“I'm George Bigelow. Mr. Halloran said I could go on watch at twelve.”
“Bigelow ain't a very safe name around here, sonny. How about it, Du Bois?”
“It's all right, I guess. He's the new lumber-checker.” They all laughed. “You understand, don't you, boy, that if a man's caught sleeping or off his post he gets shot?”
“Why—why———”
“Don't let 'im scare you, sonny. He's the lazy beggar 'imself. Say, Du Bois, I thought I saw a tramp hanging around about an hour ago. If you want to look through the yards once more with me I'll stay for it.”
“Take the boy. It'll learn him the ropes. Run along, boy.”
“Good-night, there.”