“I guess it would be all right—if I had a job.”
“Can yuh cut wood, Larry?”
“Yeah, I can cut wood—fine.”
“We need a wood-cutter pretty bad. Whisperin’ makes a lot of biscuits and pies and cookies, and he needs wood.”
“Minnie wasn’t much good on pies and cookies.”
“C’mon, boy; we’ll get yore clothes later.”
Larry closed the front door softly and walked out with Len, who untied his horse and they went down toward the main street; a man whose greenish-gray eyes registered a momentary triumph, his lips set in a killing resolve; and a boy who looked ahead at a future of pies and cookies—and a man’s job.
“We’re goin’ over and tell Mr. Baggs about it, Larry.”
“Sure. Guess he won’t like it much.”
“We’ll make him like it, pardner.”