“What do yuh mean?” asked Len.
Hashknife chuckled as he sat down at the table.
“Gospel truth, Len. Amos Alexander Baggs himself hired me and Sleepy this mornin’.”
“No.”
“Shore did. Stipulated that we don’t keep none of you boys. Yo’re all fired.”
“We was all fired last night,” said Sailor.
“I don’t quite understand Baggs,” said Len slowly. “How did he ever select you two?”
“That,” said Hashknife, “is a question. Punchers are scarce, I suppose. Anyway, he explained that he needed us right away. Couldn’t seem to wait until the boys left. Said he’d send out a load of grub in a couple of days; so that was a gentle hint to get on the job and stay on it.”
“No other news?” asked Len.
“Not a thing. Gee, you shore make hot cakes, pardner. Wish we could keep yuh cookin’. Mebby we can talk Baggs into hirin’ yuh in a few days.”